A while later, Coco rushed in. “Miss Quinn! I found it out.”
Perhaps she was afraid of me and 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 rubbed my inflated ego.
I felt powerless and depressed.
If I couldn’t win Rufus’ 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 bitch in the photo was Sylvia.
It was 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 has 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 emotions, 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.”
Sylvia’s POV
“What’s the matter?”
I was surprised to see Warren, the arrogant, eccentric werewolf, walk up to me. He despised me, after all. Why did he want to talk to me now?
Warren cleared his throat and shifted on his feet as if he were in a dilemma. After hesitating for a long time, I saw him blush. He didn’t seem like the same strong, powerful werewolf anymore.
“What are you waiting for?” Flora asked anxiously as she scratched her head.
Seeing Warren look at her, Flora hid behind me. “I didn’t mean to urge you. I was afraid the canteen would close, and we all might end up starving.”
Warren nodded in understanding. “You go to the canteen. I only want to talk to Sylvia.”
“No way! Is it something I shouldn’t hear?” Flora pouted to show her disagreement.
I knew she was worried about me. After all, Warren injured me last time.
I comforted her with a smile. “Flora, you go first. I’ll join you soon.”
Flora studied my face for a moment and then nodded. “All right. I’ll get something for you as well. Remember to come and eat as soon as possible.”
With that, she ran away like a chick who had just escaped from the cage.
I smiled with amusement and walked to a secluded place with Warren.
Warren turned around and looked at me. “Are you going to attend the ball on Friday evening?”
My face darkened, and my vigilance reached its peak. “How did you know that?”
“It’s none of your business.” Warren grew irritable suddenly. He looked both annoyed and anxious. “Do you know what purpose this ball serves?”
“No. I don’t,” I answered him coldly. His unreasonable questions offended me. Even though I had a vague idea of the purpose of the party, Rufus asked me to be his date himself, and I didn’t want to retreat.
“You…” It seemed like Warren didn’t expect me to be cold to him.
Just then, his phone rang, and I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him anymore.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now.”
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