Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince By Dark Knight
Chapter 96 Incompetence And Rage
Alina’s POV:
A while later, Coco rushed in. “Miss Quinn! I found it out.” Perhaps she was afraid of me that she paused for a moment and looked at me before continuing.
“The dress wasn’t lent out; it was sold to someone. The buyer had once saved Naphtali Bancroft’s life, so the designer sold it to them. But they refused to tell me who the buyer was.” The one who had bought the dress was undoubtedly an influential person. I remembered the comments on the necklace, so I asked Coco to check who had bought the necklace from CHRISTIE’S auction house. I had an answer in mind and was almost sure of it. However, I wanted to confirm everything before jumping to conclusions. As expected, it was Rufus. The answer drove me insane.
I leaned against the sofa as I felt the anger bubbling inside me. I couldn’t figure out why Rufus had done that. He never replied to any of my messages or even bothered to look at me. I ran my fingers across my face. I was the most beautiful she-wolf in the empire. Countless men were attracted to me, but Rufus hadn’t bothered even to glance at me. His indifference seemed to rub my inflated ego. I felt powerless and depressed. If I couldn’t win Rufus’s heart, I would eventually be an abandoned pawn of my father’s game of power. I fisted my hair and gritted my teeth to control my anger. I didn’t know how to make Rufus fall for me. A wave of humiliation consumed me. I cried out to vent my emotions. I didn’t know what to do.
Moments later, I took a deep breath to calm down. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of the trembling Coco. The timid, innocent look on her face reminded me of Sylvia. At that moment, I realized the woman in the photo looked quite familiar. I quickly took my phone to see the post. However, to my utter disappointment, the post was already deleted. I immediately asked Coco to check the IP address of the blogger. Although we couldn’t find the specific information, the result revealed someone in the military school had posted the picture, which seemed to intensify my doubts. I knew the b*tch in the photo was Sylvia.
It was almost Friday. Her leg wasn’t injured as I had planned; she was brisker and more ostentatious instead. I angrily sent Warren a few more messages, asking him if he had dealt with Sylvia or not. However, he hadn’t been responding to my texts or calls since yesterday. I only asked him to break Sylvia’s leg but couldn’t understand why it was taking him so long to do such a trivial task. Warren’s hesitation infuriated me. ‘Is he also planning on betraying me?’
Warren’s POV: My phone buzzed several times, but I didn’t bother checking it. I took a gulp of beer to ease off the frustration. Even without checking the phone, I knew the texts were from Alina. She had been texting me since yesterday, asking me if I had dealt with Sylvia. But I didn’t reply because I didn’t dare or want to. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself because there had been a time when I was desperate to receive messages from Alina. But now, the same thing had become a nuisance. I didn’t want any messages from her. I didn’t know why Alina had become aggressive.
She didn’t seem like the considerate, sweet girl I knew before. I sighed helplessly and gulped down the rest of the beer. It was ridiculous. I had thought my love for Alina was as firm as a rock, but the mere thought of her bored me now. I threw the bottle against the wall and saw it shatter into pieces.
‘How could I be bored of Alina?’ I thought, holding my head in my hand. She was the apple of my eye. Protecting and taking care of her had always been my priority ever since I was a child. My mind flitted to what Alina had asked me to do. I took deep breaths, wiped my face, put on my coat, and waited at the entrance of the girls’ dormitory.
“Warren, what are you going to do? Are you planning to sneak into the dorm and attack Sylvia? I think it’s dangerous. There are cameras everywhere. Why don’t you go somewhere else? I think the woods would be a perfect place to attack her,” Salt suggested.
However, the word ‘sneak’ made my heart flip. My back stiffened as I felt a pang of shame and anger in my heart. “What are you talking about? I won’t make a sneak attack.” Understanding my emotion, Salt snorted arrogantly and stopped talking. Just then, I saw Sylvia and Flora walking out of the dormitory, chatting and laughing. After a moment’s hesitation, I stepped forward and stopped Sylvia. “I have something to tell you.”