Chapter 877

Third Person’s POV

The first floor was spacious, divided into three halls. To reach the upper floors, one had to use the staire. on the right.

Beside this staircase was a hall where a display case stood. Several people were gathered around it, and Adelaide immediately recognized Rosemary, Gloria, and Sabrina.

They were intently selecting jewelry, oblivious to Adelaide’s presence.

However, the future heir of the Store spotted her.

The handsome young store owner rushed over, his face alight with excitement. “Luna Adelaide? Is it really you, Luna Adelaide? Goodness, when you returned, I watched from the third floor as you paraded through the streets with Alpha Lance. I’m so sorry I didn’t welcome you earlier.”

At his words, Rosemary, Gloria, and Sabrina all turned to look at Adelaide.

Rosemary scrutinized Adelaide from head to toe.

The aura of nobility and dignity surrounding Adelaide was undeniable, a stark contrast to her past self.

Rosemary’s gaze was a complicated mix of anger, regret, resentment, and injustice, evoking a sense of sorrow in onlookers.

Sabrina’s emotions mirrored Rosemary’s but were laced with more jealousy and hatred.

Paisley remarked coldly, “What a downer!”

merely glanced at

store owner, noting the sharp eyes of a businessman who had recognized her despite her plain attire that

had visited the store with

she said, “Hi, no need for formalities. We’d like to browse the

it’s an honor,” the store owner replied enthusiastically. “Ladies, please follow me. I’ll personally attend to

its fair share of distinguished customers,

them personally, but today’s exceptional warmth toward

rare.

watched as Adelaide and her party ascended the stairs. A cold, wolfish snarl escaped

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now turn tip their noses after climbing the social ladder. They won’t even acknowledge us. Disgusting, she

impending

wrist loosen–her crimson pheromones surged, and she bounded down

froze, her wolf

blazing like wildfire. Her pupils narrowed into molten vertical slits, and her wolf claws faintly gleamed with silver. “Who are you talking about? Spit it out No beating around

under Paisley’s sudden aggressive aura,

frightened pup behind Gloria, her wolf

fingers flickered with the shadow of wolf claws, and she swept an impatient glance

birthday banquet’s events were fresh in everyone’s

she should be avoiding Adelaide, not actively provoking

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