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.

woman, they would at most purchase a property outside the pack to keep

for the sake of a nightclub call girl, and the purpose was

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

was the

had never

royal branch, was incompetent and cowardly. Both he and his wife

ever since she heard that Skye had refused Adelaide’s offer to gift Melinda, she

her primary rival.

words mercilessly humiliated

with embarrassment and then paled

because Priscilla was Clarissa’s sister and had a battle–worthy son,

in a debate could lead to

knew she was in the wrong but

she interfere in

had mentioned that such things were ordinary

Adelaide, as if to say, “I’ll speak what you can’t. I back

dabbed her lips with a handkerchief,

but Priscilla had

remark caused everyone present to cast disdainful glances

felt both wronged and ashamed, hardly able to hold her head

looked at Adelaide, hoping for a word in her defense. But Adelaide merely maintained a cold.

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

a while,

exchanging greetings, everyone

been any discord

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