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Chapter 293 – Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

“What is it?” I frowned slightly. Somehow, I had a sinking feeling that I wouldn’t want to hear his next words. My gut told me that it had something to do with Rufus.

Sure enough, Geoffrey sighed and said, “I didn’t know you came here with Prince Rufus. Worried that the lycan prince would feel lonely tonight, I specially arranged for a slave to serve him. If I had known you were here, I wouldn’t have done such a thing.”

Rage surged within me as he spoke. He even had the audacity to bring that up and pretend to be sorry. I really wanted to twist his head off.

But I had to consider the welfare of my team. Suppressing my anger, I forced a smile and shrugged it off nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Other than me, Prince Rufus wouldn’t get close to any she-wolf.”

“What?” Geoffrey looked surprised. “But the slave has been in Prince Rufus’ room for more than four hours now and hasn’t come out yet.”

Hearing this, I lost my composure on the spot.

Sylvia’s POV

The tension in the room was so thick, one could’ve cut through it with a knife.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on me.

Flora even stopped scarfing down food. She looked at me nervously and whispered, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. Prince Rufus isn’t that kind of man.”

Geoffrey shook his head with distress. “Men just can’t control their nature.”

“Why don’t you just shut up?” Flora flew into a rage. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Flora, enough.” Warren pulled Flora back to her seat and tried to comfort her in a soft voice.

I bit my lower lip, not wanting to admit that my mind was in a complete mess.

Geoffrey didn’t seem to care about what Flora said. His smile remained plastered on his face, but his words carried weight. “Don’t get me wrong. I also believe that Prince Rufus is a righteous man. I guess the two of them just really got along and chatted for four hours…”

Damn it! What he really meant was painfully obvious.

I held back the insane urge to roll my eyes and gripped my cup of coffee tightly.

“Although Ashley is but a humble vampire slave, even I have to admit that she’s beautiful. Besides, she’s good in bed, too. Countless werewolves have fallen for her,” a short and fat attendant added as he refilled our coffee.

“It’s normal for men to have the occasional affair. Besides, Prince Rufus is a powerful man. I’m sure he has strong… urges.”

I was so angry that blue veins stood out on my temples. I suddenly stood up from my seat and nearly pounced on that attendant.

“Shut up if you want to live!” Flora interrupted the attendant harshly. Fortunately, she stopped me in time. “Don’t act rashly. Can’t you see? Geoffrey wants you to resort to violence.”

“Yeah. Don’t listen to their bullshit. Prince Rufus is not that kind of person. They’re just trying to provoke you,” Harry added, shooting that attendant a murderous glare.

Warren, on the other hand, didn’t try to stop me. He simply asked me in a low voice, “Who do you want to hit?”

Flora was so angry that she shoved Warren away. “What the hell!? You’re going to get us in trouble!”

I took a deep breath and put on a smile again. “Don’t worry. I’m calm now.”

Flora retreated a couple of steps and murmured, “Sylvia, that’s one scary smile…”

Just then, the attendant added, “I heard that Prince Rufus’ mate used to be a slave, too. Maybe he’s into slaves.”

“That’s enough!” Geoffrey winked at the attendant. “Leave us.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stood glued to my spot expressionlessly. Although the attendant seemed to look ignorant, it was obvious that Geoffrey had asked him beforehand to say such careless remarks.

Geoffrey walked up to me apologetically. “Sorry. This is all my fault. I didn’t teach my men to be polite.”

“I’m going to look for Rufus.” I continued to smile. “Please tell me where his room is located.”

“It’s already so late. How about tomorrow? Maybe Prince Rufus has fallen asleep.” Geoffrey still had the audacity to provoke me. Both his expression and his tone told me that Rufus was still having sex with that vampire slave, and I’d better leave them alone.

I tried to calm myself down with what was left of my sanity. “You don’t have to tell me. I’ll just check all the rooms one by one.”

“Well, in that case…” Geoffrey looked embarrassed. “How about I send someone to inform Prince Rufus first?”

I stared at him coldly. “No, I want to see him myself.”

Rufus’ POV

The she-wolf in front of me trembled all over and knelt on the floor. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her hair was messy. I could keenly see the red hand marks I left on her neck.

“Ashley?” I sat at the table and stared at her coldly. The rage that stirred in my heart was getting more and more uncontrollable.

The slave nodded timidly, her eyes wide with panic and uneasiness.

I snorted. Obviously, this was Geoffrey’s doing.

When the slave pushed me to the bed just now, I had already known that something was wrong. The restlessness in my body wasn’t from lust, but from the approaching full moon.

If she really was Sylvia, her scent would’ve comforted me. Although this fake smelled exactly like Sylvia, her scent only served to irritate me even more.

The second I realized this, the woman in front of me started to change. It was Ashley, the female slave who had performed at the banquet earlier.

I almost strangled her to death. It was Omar who stopped me and was my voice of reason.

I took a deep breath and smelled something murky floating in the air. It was coming from the slave. It smelled so terrible that I nearly lost control of myself.

Fortunately, I managed to force myself to calm down, despite my eyes turning a devilish red. First of all, I needed to figure out how she made herself look and even smell like Sylvia.

Just then, the slave stumbled over to me and made random gestures. She had hinted that she couldn’t speak from the beginning.

“You want a piece of paper and a pen?” I asked coldly.


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