A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 540

Chapter 540

Third Person’s POV

Soon, Sophia was dragged in, her face ashen.

Ivy brought up the wooden box found under her bed and emptied its contents onto the table.

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Along with the pink diamond earrings were numerous other pieces of jewelry, none of them cheap.

Beneath the box were several checks, each for over one hundred thousand dollars, plus two gold bars and some coins.

Priscilla’s eyes widened in shock.

After brewing coffee and sitting up, she now stared at the items on the table.

Picking up a gold necklace, she immediately recognized it as from the Golden Jewelry Store.

She examined a bracelet next; its craftsmanship matched the store’s style as well.

There were over a dozen pieces of jewelry in total, along with the checks and gold bars. A rough estimate put the value at several million dollars.

Initially, Priscilla thought Sophia had stolen these items. But who in the Blackthorn Pack would use jewelry from the Golden Jewelry Store?

Even she had sold off her pieces from there long ago.

Since severing ties with the store, not a single item from it had remained.

out. I’ll interrogate her with

her mint pheromones carrying an air of authority as

left with shock written on their faces. Their pheromones pulsed with disbelief, and their wolf ears were still slightly spread from

idea she possessed so many checks and pieces

door, and her crimson pheromones tensed like

the faint blue of wolf claws, demanded, “Caught

lied, her lilac pheromones trembling like a candle in the wind, her

the wolf fur on the back of her neck

sensed this situation was orchestrated against her, each breath bringing the suffocating feel of being

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Chapter 540

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though her fir pheromones were as cold as ice, “If not you, then whose are these checks and jewels? Did

never gave me these,” Priscilla quickly

Sophia such riches, she’d

under her skirt, carrying a hint

“I bought them myself… saved up

your savings?” Adelaide retorted, her fir pheromones sharpening with scrutiny. Her pupils were calm yet

I was in

with sweat, her lilac

claws curling involuntarily, leaving red marks on

gold, and jewelry came from. But the pink diamond earrings were found in your box. Though you left the palace

gasped, her lilac pheromones dying instantly. Her face drained of all

was a pretext; her real crime was being unmasked

dilated with despair, her wolf ears drooping, strength fading

the palace meant falling into Madison’s