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Allen, who was thoroughly enjoying the service of his six new maids, he suddenly remembered something. "Jill." Ah, yes—he recalled that Jill had promised to serve him in bed tonight.
Jill, noticing Allen glancing at her with a playful wink, could only resign herself to her fate. She knew exactly what that look meant—it seemed Allen was ready to cash in on the promise they had made.
Without saying a word, Jill subtly gestured for Allen.
Catching the signal, Allen simply smiled, then leaned back to enjoy the gentle massage on his shoulders and legs currently being performed by Athena and Artemis.
Meanwhile, Hera patiently fed him bite after bite of food, while Hestia, Demeter, and Persephone danced before him—graceful movements filled with charm. "This... this is what they call the good life," Allen thought to himself, fully immersed in the moment.
Of course, the maid outfits they wore were only allowed within that VIP room hotels on cruise ships—Allen didn't want his girls becoming the center of attention for other men.
You could say Allen was quite possessive when it came to his women.
The girls, noticing the satisfied and spoiled expression on Allen's face, could only smile in amusement. How adorable, they thought. But behind it all, there was a certain happiness—because at the very least, they knew Allen was truly paying attention to each of them, one by one.
In one of the VIP rooms, Alex had been closely observing Allen's behavior ever since they boarded the cruise ship.
She felt confused and a little disappointed—she thought Allen's talents were being wasted on nothing but leisure.
"But well… they are on vacation, so I guess it's understandable," Alex reasoned silently to herself.
However, for someone like Alex, who had been hardened by Spencer's training since childhood, it was hard to fully accept Allen's laid-back attitude.
Deep down, Alex knew she still needed many talents to help carry out the grand plans of the company that Spencer had entrusted to her.
Even so, Alex wasn't entirely loyal to Spencer. She had her own ambitions—to build power for herself. In truth, Alex was one of the victims of this grand game.
Although she believed she hadn't been fully brainwashed by Spencer, in the end, she was convinced that she was a superior human being—someone destined to lead the next generation of mankind.
A crazy plot, perhaps—but that's just how this world worked. Plenty of villains with high IQs but low EQs, whose logic often felt strange and irrational.
Meanwhile, in her private room, Jill was pacing back and forth with a serious yet slightly nervous expression. Her eyes kept scanning the row of clothes neatly hung in front of a large mirror.
"This one... too formal," she muttered, tossing one dress onto the edge of the bed. "This one... hmm, looks like I'm trying too hard to get attention." She sighed, then her eyes landed on a deep blue dress folded neatly in the corner of the wardrobe. Slowly, Jill picked it up and held it in front of the mirror. The color blended gently with her skin tone, giving off a calm and elegant impression.
"I think this works... not too flashy, but still looks graceful," she said with a small smile, feeling a bit more confident. Carefully, she put on the dress, then glanced at the shoe rack. There, a pair of high heels.
Following Raviel's and Aphrodite's earlier recommendation, Jill hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she slipped on the heels, her movements careful, almost nervous.
If Raviel and Aphrodite said these would make me more attractive… then I suppose it's worth trying, she thought.
Once everything was in place, Jill stood and faced the mirror.
A soft smile gradually bloomed on her lips.
She looked beautiful—not because of the dress or the heels, but because of the quiet hope and sincerity reflected in her eyes. Tonight wasn't just about appearance. It was about intention.
She was going to have dinner with Allen.
Just the two of them.
Of course, Jill wasn't naïve. She understood where the night might lead—and she didn't mind at all. Still, before anything else, she wanted to be sure of one thing.
She wanted this moment to feel special.
Not because of desire.
But because of emotion.
Because of intimacy.
A few minutes later, Jill stepped out of her room and walked down the hallway, her steps calm yet filled with quiet resolve.
She soon found Allen waiting in the private dining room, sitting casually with that familiar smile—one that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.
The moment he saw her, Allen stood up. His eyes widened slightly before softening into a warm, genuine smile.
"Wow… you look gorgeous tonight," Allen said, openly admiring her.
Jill was wearing red high heels paired with an elegant black dress—simple, refined, and undeniably captivating.
She let out a soft chuckle, trying to hide her nerves.
"Thank you. I just… wanted to look right for tonight."
Allen pulled out a chair for her, that gentlemanly gesture that always made Jill feel cherished.
"And you nailed it. Please, have a seat—dinner's ready."
The dining table was adorned with small candles and fresh flowers, the gentle aroma of delicious food drifting from beneath the covered dishes.
Gentle music played in the background, setting a warm and intimate atmosphere.
They began to eat while chatting lightly—about silly things, about the day, about the little details that made them laugh.
Jill felt comfortable, even more than she had imagined.
Allen didn't just listen—he paid attention. He remembered the little details in her stories, and that made her feel completely appreciated as a woman.
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However, their dinner was slightly disrupted by the approach of an unfamiliar woman.
She stopped beside their table with composed elegance.
"Mr. Winter, I hope I'm not interrupting your evening," she said politely, her voice calm yet filled with quiet confidence.
Jill immediately frowned.
She didn't like this at all—their romantic dinner being interrupted by a woman she didn't even recognize.
Allen, meanwhile, simply offered a small, courteous smile. There was something oddly familiar about her presence… though he couldn't quite place where that feeling came from.
"Sorry, but… may I ask who you are?" Allen said. "And—as you can probably tell—this isn't exactly the best time for a business meeting."
As he spoke, he glanced briefly at Jill, a subtle but clear indication that this moment was meant to be a date.
"My name is Alex Wesker," the woman replied smoothly. "I apologize for my lack of manners earlier. But I truly hope I can speak with you for a moment, Mr. Winters. This concerns a rather important business matter."
Her expression remained calm and assertive.
She was confident—certain that with her charm, and with what she understood of Allen's character, he wouldn't refuse once he knew the nature of her proposal.
Alex Wesker… wait—what is a woman like her doing here?
Allen finally turned his attention fully toward her.
She was undeniably beautiful—blonde hair, a graceful figure not too different from Jill's, and attire that subtly yet deliberately emphasized her cleavage. The pristine white suit, matching dress, and white high heels only enhanced her elegant allure.
It was the kind of beauty that instinctively made Allen want to offer a compliment.
Unfortunately, his attention tonight was only for Jill. So he immediately turned his gaze away.
He was just about to politely decline when Jill, wanting this interruption to end as quickly as possible, spoke first.
"It's alright, Allen," she said, forcing a gentle smile that barely concealed her disappointment. "You can talk to her first. I'll wait here."
Allen returned her smile and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.
"Alright then. I'll be back as soon as I can," he said softly. "This won't take long, I promise."
With that, Allen followed Alex toward a room she had prepared—a private bar illuminated by dim lighting, its shelves lined with luxurious bottles and polished glassware.
Alex greeted him with a slight nod, then turned toward the rack, silently scanning the bottles as the atmosphere settled around them.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked without looking back.
"Milk, please," Allen replied casually as he settled into the sofa.
Alex paused for a moment, turning around with a confused look. "Milk...?"
"Yeah. Is there a problem with my choice?"
Alex raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. "I just figured... you'd have a different kind of taste."
"Well, I drink milk every day. So it's only natural, right?" Allen leaned back, relaxed. "Anyway, enough small talk. So, what did you want to discuss, Mrs Wesker?"
Alex let out a soft chuckle, clearly impressed by Allen's bluntness. "Straight to the point, huh?"
She liked that—directness was rare. In her mind, Allen was starting to show the hallmark of a genius: speaking directly, no wasted words. Her expectations of him continued to rise… and for some reason, so did her interest.
"So, Mr. Winters, I'd like to offer you a position on our company's research team," she said, pausing briefly to pour some milk into a glass before handing it to Allen. "Right now, we're in need of talented individuals to help develop new pharmaceuticals, and we're very interested in your expertise—especially in Virologi and Chemistry."
Allen gave a small smile. The offer clearly didn't interest him.
"Sorry, but I think I'll have to decline," Allen said calmly. "I'm not really looking for a job… and besides, I'm not exactly short on money right now."
Which was true.
Allen had recently received six hundred million dollars from one of his contacts within the Federation. That kind of money wouldn't be running out anytime soon—even if he chose to live extravagantly.
More importantly, his focus was elsewhere.
At the moment, Allen was fully invested in a personal project of his own: the development of advanced nanotechnology capable of forming a full combat mecha armor—something akin to Iron Man's suit.
Of course, it wasn't an easy endeavor.
Everything had to be built from scratch.
Fortunately, Allen already had a strong foundation to work from—an advanced AI of his own creation. Comparable to the Red Queen or J.A.R.V.I.S., the system was already halfway complete and currently housed in one of his properties in New York.
And, well…
He was also planning to make a brief stop in the Marvel world at some point.
Just to acquire a few crucial items.
After all, with the right materials in hand, finishing his project here would become far more feasible.
Alex didn't look disappointed by his refusal.
In truth, she had expected it.
Still, she had a few cards left to play.
"Don't be so quick to declining my offer, Mr. Winters," Alex said calmly. "At the very least, allow me to show you some data from a project we're currently working on."
She handed him several documents.
Naturally, the information was sensitive—but Alex had only included the parts she personally handled. Nothing that would jeopardize the company's confidentiality.
Allen accepted the documents, if only out of courtesy.
He flipped through the pages, his eyes calmly scanning the graphs, charts, and experimental results.
The subject quickly became clear.
A newly discovered virus—one capable of triggering drastic genetic mutations.
The data itself was incomplete, fragmented even. Still, it would have been more than enough to ignite the curiosity of most scientists.
But Allen was not most scientists.
"Hm… interesting," he said casually. "A virus that alters DNA structure and causes uncontrolled mutations. If pushed far enough, it's essentially an attempt to force the birth of a new species."
Alex froze—just for a moment.
That conclusion… drawn from such limited data?
Her lips curved into a smile, this time genuine.
"Exactly," she said. "You really are a genius, Mr. Winters. So—what do you think? If you're interested, I can offer you the lead position on this research project."
Allen closed the file halfway and shook his head.
"Unfortunately, no," he replied. "A project with an outcome this unpredictable? To me, that's already a failed product."
He met her gaze directly.
"Besides, I highly doubt you can control the evolutionary path of a virus like this. Am I wrong, Mrs. Wesker?"
Alex didn't answer.
She simply offered a faint smile.
Because he was right.
He had just identified the single greatest flaw in the entire experiment.
"And one more thing," Allen added, closing the file completely and handing it back to her. "I'm currently in the process of building my own company. I also have a personal project—one that's rather ambitious."
He smiled apologetically.
"So for the next few years, I'll be very busy."
For the first time, Alex felt a trace of genuine disappointment.
A complete rejection…
She frowned inwardly.
Had her charisma truly had no effect on him at all?
She knew very well that countless men would do anything just to get close to her. And she was fully confident in her beauty—she didn't consider herself inferior in the slightest to the women Allen had been seeing.
"Well then, Mr. Al—"
Thud!
Before she could finish her sentence, Alex's body suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the floor.
Allen's eyes widened in shock.
He rushed forward and knelt beside her, checking her condition immediately.
"Hey—hey, are you okay?" Allen said quickly, placing a hand near her shoulder.
He paused, listening carefully.
"Phew… she just fainted," he muttered.
"…But her breathing is a little strange."
Allen frowned.
Clearly, he had no idea what kind of condition Alex Wesker was actually suffering from.
Without wasting time, he called for Jill. Moments later, Jill rushed in.
"Allen, what's going on?" Jill asked as she stepped into the room.
Then she froze.
Her eyes widened when she noticed Alex lying motionless on the floor.
"…What happened?" Jill asked slowly, her gaze snapping back to Allen. "Don't tell me you attacked her."
Allen stared at her, completely baffled.
"Huh? Of course not. Why would you even think that?"
Jill shrugged, glancing at him with an expression that clearly said isn't it obvious?
"Well… I'm just stating the most logical possibility."
Allen let out a tired sigh.
"She fainted, Jill. That's all. And I didn't lay a finger on her, okay?"
Jill studied his face for a moment before giving a small nod. Then she crouched down beside Alex, checking her condition.
"She doesn't look fine," Jill muttered.
"Help me bring her to our room," Allen said seriously. "I think she has a pretty serious physical issue."
"Okay," Jill replied without hesitation.
Working together, they carefully carried Alex out of the room. Jill moved ahead to prepare the space, clearing the bed and making sure everything was ready—so Allen could properly examine Alex's condition in more detail.
The atmosphere grew quiet and tense.
Whatever was wrong with Alex Wesker…
it was clearly more than just a simple fainting.
"Jill, can you grab my personal suitcase? There are a few tools in there I need," Allen asked, pointing toward a suitcase in the corner of the room.
Jill quickly brought over the suitcase he indicated, then asked in a slightly worried tone, "Is she... going to be okay?"
"She'll be fine. Hey, don't forget your boyfriend's a genius," Allen replied confidently, flashing a small grin. "You can go back to your room—I've got this handled. It won't take long anyway... and I still plan on collecting that promise you made for tonight."
Jill just shook her head slowly and sighed, clearly resigned. It seemed like there was no escaping Allen tonight.
Once Jill had left, Allen began examining Alex's condition more thoroughly. He was slightly taken aback by what he found. Her genetics appeared unstable—something was definitely off. In fact, Allen realized Alex seemed to have a genetic illness that couldn't be treated with regular medicine.
"Well… this is troublesome," Allen muttered with a quiet sigh. "Did she forget to take her medication…?"
As he examined her condition more closely, a faint sense of familiarity crept into his mind.
Slowly, it clicked.
Alex Wesker…
Now that he thought about it, in the world of Resident Evil, Alex was known to suffer from a rare genetic disease—one that was notoriously difficult, if not nearly impossible, to cure.
Allen's expression grew serious.
"So it really is that," he murmured to himself, finally beginning to understand why her breathing felt off earlier.
Whatever condition she was dealing with.
it wasn't something simple—and definitely not something that could be ignored.