Chapter 214

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide ignored her and continued, “Second, I clearly remember your arrogant words that day. You demeaned women to worthlessness. I don’t envy you. I only look down on you. As a woman, you show no compassion for other women. Your character is truly worrying.”

Velda snorted coldly, “Is that so? With your superior combat skills back then, if you took offense at me, why not challenge me physically?”

“Because you meant nothing to me.”

Adelaide’s gaze was as deep as ink. “In my eyes back then, you were a clown. I disdained physical confrontation. You only offended me verbally, and I responded in kind. Ulrik was the one who kept breaking promises. He was my sole target.”

“Humph, you keep saying you disdained it. I don’t believe you didn’t think of killing me back then,” Velda continued to sneer.

“I know your powerful wolf packs‘ nobility–hypocritical and pseudo–noble, yet small–minded. You didn’t cause me trouble just to maintain your fake virtuous image, thinking the Bloodmoon Pack’s family would support you. But they plotted to drive you out instead.”

She raised her head, the black veil on her face swaying. “At that moment, you must have felt desperate, right? Humiliated and enraged?”

laughed. “What’s desperate about that place? Being trapped

fit of anger, swept a vase off the nearby table to the floor and roared, “Ask yourself, have you

vase crashed with a “clang,” shattering into

also fell,

indifferently, “Beata, ask Valentin how much this vase cost. Have Velda

the price. The vase isn’t expensive, costing about fifty thousand dollars,

dare to

rose several decibels as she angrily shouted, “Adelaide, letting you take all the Frostfang Pack’s assets was already exceptional generosity. Since you and Ulrik rejected each

dismissed. I left via mate–bond dissolution, so I have the right to take all the Frostfang assets. I could even demand the Bloodmoon Pack refund what

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the Bloodmoon Pack is fundraising for a mating ceremony again. Just like when they borrowed money for your ceremony,

of military status, and Ulrik seeking a

words twisted the knife

on Velda’s wrist suddenly emitted a

pheromones. Enraged, her wolf–like nails tore

ice spikes, her Moon Goddess necklace burning

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