Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Third Person’s POV

Yvette, who had attended the mating ceremony, suddenly chuckled from the side. “You wouldn’t believe. how nervous Lance was that night. He wouldn’t even let people near the villa. Such a considerate and enviable mate.”

Margot rolled her eyes at her. “Is your own husband not good to you? I heard he makes you breakfast every morning.”

Yvette’s face turned red in an instant. “Margot!”

Adelaide smiled faintly, lifted her water cup, and took a sip.

This harmonious atmosphere was truly pleasing.

She tried her best not to dwell on unpleasant matters.

Celebrating Christmas at the palace, even a hint of sorrow was inappropriate, and she had long grown accustomed to suppressing her emotions.

They were discussing Melinda’s mate, Dwight–a prideful werewolf who had taken in two breeders.

One was a call girl from the red–light district, exceptionally beautiful, for whom Dwight had paid a $300,000 breach of contract fee.

The other was the daughter of a businessman. It was said she became Dwight’s breeder due to her substantial personal wealth, and it was this breeder who had covered the $300,000 fee.

There was a flurry of discussions.

None of these powerful packs had ever taken in a call girl from a nightclub as a breeder.

would at most purchase a property

breeder for the sake of a nightclub

young werewolf to be so lovesick. Using a breeder’s personal funds to cover the breach fee for another breeder–what a clever move. No one else could come up with such a perfect solution. But what about Melinda? She’s

was the

never

royal branch, was incompetent and cowardly. Both he and his wife were difficult to support, and there was no satisfaction

heard that Skye had refused Adelaide’s

her primary rival.

mercilessly humiliated

face flushed red with embarrassment and then paled

because Priscilla was Clarissa’s sister and had a

debate could lead to even

was in the wrong but

mother, could she interfere in her

her daughter’s mate had mentioned that such things

glance at Adelaide, as if to say, “I’ll speak what you

a handkerchief,

was indeed upset, but Priscilla had voiced exactly

present to

both wronged and ashamed, hardly

a word in her defense. But

resenting Adelaide–how could she, the sister of her own mother, refuse to help? How could she face

a while, Madison

exchanging greetings, everyone

if there had never been any discord

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