What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 131: The Oncoming Collab! 2

Chapter 131: The Oncoming Collab! 2
In the quiet safe house, the living room was bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp on the side table. Vale sat cross-legged on the couch, her laptop balanced on her knees, scrolling through the comments on their latest V Chefs video. The screen cast a blue hue on her face as she read aloud to herself, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Oh! This one’s saying the twins stole the show... and oh, another asking for more from the male chef. Cute."
The front door clicked open, pulling her from her thoughts. Viktor stepped in, looking tired but composed, his suit slightly rumpled from the day’s events. He scanned the room out of habit. Vale set her laptop aside and stood up, walking over to him with a welcoming smile. She reached out and helped him shrug off his suit jacket, folding it neatly over her arm.
"Welcome back, big brother," she said warmly, her voice light to ease any tension he might be carrying. "Long day?"
Viktor nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, longer than I wanted. Why are you still here at the safe house? I thought you’d head back to your place by now."
Vale shrugged, hanging the jacket on the coat rack by the door. "I don’t know. I like being here. It’s cosy, and I get to see the kids more. Plus, with everything going on, it feels safer."
He sighed, appreciating her concern but not wanting to dwell on it. "Fair enough. How are the kids doing?"
"They’re taking a nap upstairs," Vale replied, glancing toward the staircase. "They played hard this afternoon—running around like little tornadoes. Exhausted themselves."
Viktor managed a small smile at the thought. "Good. And Elias?"
"He’s probably in his room," she said, tilting her head. "I think he’s resting too. He seemed a bit quiet earlier, but nothing unusual."
Just as Viktor took his jacket back from her... no, wait, she had already hung it... he heard quick footsteps bounding down the stairs. Vera came rushing in, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, her eyes wide with excitement. She waved the screen at her sister, practically bouncing on her toes.
"Vale! Vale, look at this!" Vera screamed, though it was more of an excited squeal than anything angry. "We got a message from the Glamour Girls! Can you believe it?"
Vale frowned, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "The Glamour Girls? Sofia and Bianca Corleone? Why on earth would those two send us a collab message? They’re all about high fashion and luxury life hacks, not cooking channels like ours."
Viktor, who had been heading toward the stairs, paused at the mention of the name. Corleone. It hit him like a jolt, memories of old rivalries and power plays flashing through his mind. He turned back sharply, his expression hardening. He almost rushed over to them, ready to shut the idea down. "Don’t mess with the Corleones," he said firmly, his voice low but carrying authority. "You know who they are... what they represent. It’s not worth it."
Vera smirked, waving him off playfully but with a hint of seriousness.
"Relax, Viktor. We’re not that stupid. We know exactly who the Corleone family is. Powerhouses in business, old money, all that. But this is just a collab... cooking video, nothing shady. We won’t get involved in anything else."
Viktor studied them for a moment, his jaw tight. He nodded reluctantly, deciding not to push it further right now.
"Just be careful." With that, he turned and headed upstairs, his footsteps heavy on the wooden steps.
Once he was out of earshot, Vale unfolded her arms and shook her head. "We can’t even refuse, Vera. It’s the Corleones. That name alone is powerful enough to make Viktor tremble in fear... and he’s not one to scare easily."
Vera plopped down on the couch, still staring at her phone. "I know, right? But think about it... this could be huge for our channel. Exposure to their audience? We’d blow up overnight." She tapped out a quick reply, agreeing to the collab. "There, sent. Let’s see what they say."
They sat together, leaning close as they refreshed the messages. A response popped up almost immediately. Vera read it aloud: "’Great! Come to the Corleone palace for the shoot. The date is in two days. We’ll make all the arrangements. Bring your equipment.’"
Vale frowned deeper, her brow furrowing. "How rude do they sound? Like we’re just some hired help. No pleasantries, no details. And the Corleones are over a hundred times wealthier than our family. I’ve heard they never accept visitors inside their estate... It’s like a fortress. And now we’re heading there? This feels off."
Vera waved her hand dismissively, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.
"It’ll be fine. As long as we don’t ask for anything extra or poke around. We go in, film the video, and get out. Simple." She leaned back, crossing her legs. "Besides, imagine the views. Us in that mansion kitchen? People will eat it up."
Then, suddenly, another ding echoed from the phone. They both leaned in to check the new message. Vera’s eyes narrowed as she read it. "’Oh, and make sure to bring the male chef from your last video. He was a hit.’"
Vale banged her hand on the coffee table in frustration, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "They’re asking for too much! Elias? Like he’s just part of the package?"
Vera smirked, though it was more thoughtful now. "Yeah, but we can work with it. We’ll have to convince Elias to come with us. He’s sweet; I’m sure he’ll say yes if we explain it’s good for the channel."
Vale shook her head, rubbing her temples. "The problem isn’t Elias... It’s Viktor. He won’t let Elias leave the safe house. Not with everything going on. It’ll be hell trying to convince him in just two days. He’s so protective; he’ll see risks everywhere."
Vera nodded slowly, biting her lip. "True. But we have to try. Let’s talk to Elias first, get him on board. Then we gang up on Viktor. What could go wrong?" They shared a look, both knowing it wouldn’t be that easy, but the excitement of the opportunity lingered in the air.