What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 134: An Emergency!

Chapter 134: An Emergency!
"Welcome to the Corleone fortress too!" Sofia added from where she stood. Her voice was bright and welcoming. She even walked towards him and grabbed his hand, shaking it aggressively.
Elias shook her hand, feeling a flush creep up his neck. He was nervous...
’Why are they greeting me so directly?’
He thought he’d just be in the background, helping with the cooking while Vera and Vale took the spotlight. But it was clear the sisters were interested in him, their gazes curious and appraising. "Uh... Nice to meet you. Thanks for inviting us."
Bianca stepped forward, her smile widening. "Elias. Cute name. Come on, let’s get you inside. We’ve got so much to show you."
Vera and Vale exchanged quick glances as Bianca linked her arm with Elias’s and started leading him toward the massive front doors. Vera opened her mouth to call out, "Elias, wait..."
But Sofia smoothly stepped in front of them, blocking their path with a polite smile.
"Don’t worry about him. Bianca’s just giving him a quick tour. I’ll lead you two to the kitchen. She’s got him in goooood hands."
Vera and Vale shared another look, this one laced with worry. Vera muttered under her breath, "I’m worried. This feels off. Why single him out?"
Vale nodded, her voice low as they followed Sofia. "Me too. But what can we do? We just have to hope for the best. Let’s get set up and keep an eye out."
Sofia led them through the opulent foyer... marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, walls lined with artwork that probably cost more than their entire channel’s worth. The kitchen was down a wide hallway, and when they stepped in, Vera and Vale’s jaws dropped. It was enormous, bigger than their original studio back home.
Stainless steel appliances sparkled, multiple islands provided ample workspace, and floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light that would be perfect for filming.
"Wow," Vera breathed, setting down her bag. "This is... insane."
Vale started unpacking immediately, pulling out cameras and tripods. "Yeah, we could film a whole series here."
Sofia glanced at her wristwatch, a delicate gold piece that caught the light.
"I’ll go change into my outfit for the shoot. You two set up the ingredients and cameras. If you need anything, ask."
Vera hesitated, looking around. "We might need some help with the setup. It’s a lot."
Sofia smirked, clapping her hands twice sharply. Immediately, two ladies in neat uniforms and two male servants entered from a side door.
"Assist them with whatever they need," Sofia instructed. She turned back to Vera and Vale. "And if you want to change your outfits, there’s a guest room on the first floor, just down the hall. Make yourselves comfortable." With that, she swept out of the kitchen, leaving the sisters with their new helpers.
Vera, already feeling the frustration build, dropped the large chopper knife she’d been holding onto the kitchen island with a loud clank.
"We should have rejected that message. This feels like we’re being bossed around in their playground."
Vale placed a hand on her sister’s arm, trying to calm her.
"Relax, Vera. It’ll be over soon. We film, we leave. I just hope Elias is okay wherever he is. Bianca seemed a little too eager to make us jealous."
One of the servants, a young woman with a polite smile, stepped forward.
"Can I help unpack the ingredients, miss?"
Vera sighed, nodding. "Yeah, sure. Let’s get the veggies out first."
As they worked, Vale chatted with the helpers to ease the tension.
"How long have you worked here?" she asked one of the men, who was setting up a tripod.
"About five years," he replied. "The Corleones are good employers. They are strict, but fair."
Vera wiped her hands on a towel. "Strict how? Like, do they have a lot of rules for guests?"
The woman arranging spices chuckled softly. "Oh, plenty of them. But the most important one is... No wandering into restricted areas. But you’re guests of the misses, so you should be fine."
Vale exchanged a worried glance with Vera. "Restricted areas? Like where?"
"Upstairs mostly," the man said. "It is family quarters, offices. All you have to do is stick to the main floor, and you’re good."
Vera forced a smile. "Noted. Thanks."
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Meanwhile, Bianca was leading Elias through the sprawling halls of the palace, her arm still loosely linked with his. The place was a maze of luxury... grand staircases, rooms filled with antique furniture, and corridors that seemed to go on forever. She pointed out a massive library with shelves reaching the ceiling.
"That’s Grandfather’s favourite spot. He’s got books from all over the world."
Elias nodded, trying to keep up.
"It’s impressive. Everything here is."
Bianca turned to him with a curious tilt of her head.
"So, tell me about yourself, Elias. What’s your full name? I only got to know your name through the comment section."
"Elias Kane," he said, feeling a bit awkward under her gaze.
"Kane? Doesn’t sound like a popular family. Age?"
"Twenty-one." He replied, pressing his hand to his body.
"School or working?"
"Uh, I’m still in college. We just finished our first semester exam. That’s how I got the time to help the V chefs."
Bianca’s eyes lit up.
"Oh! College? That explains why you looked so young. And... secondary gender? If you don’t mind me asking."
Elias blinked, surprised by the directness. In their world, it wasn’t uncommon to ask, but it felt personal.
"Omega."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting. I’m a beta, and Sofia’s an omega."
They walked a bit further, passing a gallery of family photos. Elias stopped at one, seeing stern faces from past generations.
"Your family has a lot of history here."
Bianca shrugged. "Yeah, centuries. Boring stuff sometimes." She steered him toward a sitting room with plush sofas. "So, why did you agree to come today? The video?"
Elias smiled shyly. "Vera and Vale asked me. I like cooking, and it’s... fun helping them."
He wasn’t sure about the last part. He just wanted to leave the house that’s why he was here.
Bianca leaned against a wall, studying him. "You’re modest, Elias. I guess that’s why fans loved you in that last video. The comments were all about how cute and talented you are."
He laughed nervously. "Really? I didn’t check."
She grinned. "Trust me. Anyway, enough about that. You got a partner? Anyone special?"
Elias felt his cheeks heat up.
"Uh, yeah. Someone."
"Someone famous?" she teased.
"Just... someone important to me."
Bianca nodded, not pushing further. They continued the tour, with her pointing out a home theatre and a gym. But Elias started feeling uneasy about the more questions she asked as they walked.
"Bianca, why did you bring me here separately? I’m not a popular person or anything. Vera and Vale are the ones running the show."
Bianca shrugged casually, flipping her hair. "Honestly? I did all of this to get to the Drago twins. Vera and Vale... they’re always so arrogant in their videos, all bubbly and perfect. I just wanted to ignore them and talk to someone less in the spotlight. Makes it more interesting."
Elias raised an eyebrow. "Arrogant? They’re nice."
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe. But be grateful... I’m giving you the VIP tour."
Elias smiled politely. "I am. But I’d like to return to where the girls are now. We need to set up."
Bianca shrugged again. "Fine. Find your way back to the first floor. The kitchen’s there. It has double doors. Trust me, you can’t miss it."
"Huh?" He hesitated. "You’re not going to take me downstairs?"
She smirked, already turning away. "I have to get ready for the shoot. I don’t have time. See you soon!" She vanished down a side corridor, leaving him alone.
Elias stood there, blinking at the empty hall. The place was a labyrinth... stairs twisting in different directions, elevators at odd intervals, doors leading who knows where.
The elevator seemed to be for private use since it uses a fingerprint pad and not the regular button. He picked a staircase at random, heading down, but it led to a lounge with billiard tables and no exit in sight.
"Okay, wrong way," he muttered, backtracking.
He tried another set of stairs, ending up in a library filled with dusty tomes.
"This is ridiculous." He wandered for what felt like ten minutes, passing empty rooms, a small gym, and even what looked like a wine cellar. His phone had no signal inside the thick walls, so calling Vera was out. Frustration built, mixed with a growing anxiety.
What if he missed the whole setup?
Finally, he spotted a huge double door at the end of a long corridor. It looked promising... maybe the kitchen? He sighed heavily, pushing it open with both hands.
The room beyond was not a kitchen. It was a study, office, or room, dimly lit with heavy drapes over the windows. And immediately, the sound of guns cocking filled the air... multiple clicks, all aimed at his head. Elias froze, his heart slamming in his chest. He lifted his hands slowly, palms out.
"Whoa, wait... I’m not a bad person!"
"Who the hell are you?" one of the men barked, a burly guard in a suit, pistol steady.
"My name is Elias. Please don’t shoot."
"Is he a servant? How did he end up here?"
Before they asked directly, he answered.
"I’m here with some ladies for the video shoot. I got lost. I just need help finding the kitchen."
The guards... four of them... exchanged glances. One stepped forward, patting him down quickly for weapons.
"He’s clean."
But they didn’t lower their guns. Elias’s mind raced as his lips kept trembling.
’This is bad. Really bad.’
Then, a deep voice from the back of the room, where a large leather chair faced the window. "Drop your guns. Lead him downstairs."
The guards hesitated for a second, then obeyed, holstering their weapons.
"Move," one grunted at Elias.
Elias lowered his hands, bowing his head slightly toward the chair.
"T..thank you, sir." He couldn’t see the man’s face, just the back of his head... grey hair, broad shoulders. Probably the grandfather they’d heard about.
He turned to follow the guards out, relief washing over him. But then... a crash. Something fell and shattered on the floor. Elias whipped around to see a small framed picture on the ground, glass broken. And the old man... his body slumping down in the chair, limp.
The guards rushed back, panic in their voices. "Master! Call the doctor... now!"
"Get the med kit!"
"What happened?"
Elias froze in the doorway, staring.
’How? The man had just spoken seconds ago. Healthy enough to command. Now he had collapsed and was unresponsive.’
The guards pointed their guns at Elias again. "Step back! This is your fault!"
Elias shook his head frantically.
"No, I didn’t touch him! But... let me help. You can shoot me if you want, but let me check him. Or else... this man might die."
The guards wavered, guns trembling slightly. One looked at the old man, whose breathing seemed shallow. "What do you know about this?"
"I’m not a doctor, but I’ve taken first aid classes. Please... time matters."
A tense second passed. Then, the lead guard nodded. "Fine. But one wrong move..."
Elias rushed over, kneeling by the chair. The old man’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead. Pulse weak, breathing irregular. Heart attack? Stroke? Elias checked for blockages and started basic CPR compressions.
"Call an ambulance! Now!"