Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 574 Bloodlines and Betrayals

Just then, Louis emerged from the bedroom, temples streaked with gray. Clearly, he hadn’t slept in days

“Louis!” Yardley rushed over like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. “Please, talk to them. We just want to sce Dad. That’s all!”

Louis looked at Yardley, disappointment written deep in his eyes. “Sir, Mr. Walter is unconscious. Even if you go in, there’s nothing you can say. And besides-

His gaze slid to the lawyer standing nearby. “Bringing a lawyer to visit a dying man? That’s not going to look good, is it?”

Lila’s face stiffened.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Winona snapped. “We brought a lawyer just in case-”

“In case the old man passes and you get nothing from the will?” Louis cut straight through the pretense. “Relax. He already finalized it while he was still lucid. The notary has been here. Every detail’s clearly written out.”

He paused, then spoke mòre heavily. “Mr. Walter loved his family more than anything. Can’t you let him have some peace at the end?”

Yardley froze, throat dry. Louis had hit the mark–and hard. He had no reply.

The lawyer, sensing the tension, wisely stepped back. This water was far too deep.

Louis didn’t say anything else. He turned and gently closed the bedroom door behind him.

his group stood frozen,

emergency tunnel beneath the Nightshade

made possible by a mole planted

Inside his collar was a magnetic card designed to

The vault had been locked down tight for years. No cracks, no windows

temporary clearance card provided by the

inhuman speed, pulling a tranquilizer needle from his

could react.

the hallway cleared, he rushed toward the prison cell where

During the brief

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inspection, recovered the magnetic key from

the lock. The

up at the sound. His eyes gleamed with the fury

he saw Grant, he sneered. “Took you long enough. Another day down here

of confinement had stripped him of patience. His voice was

lowered his eyes, voice deferential. “Alpha, we couldn’t move until S was caught. The key

stood, cold wind swirling in his wake. The iron shackles had left deep, bloodied grooves on his ankles, but he pushed through the

glanced at Grant, voice

with confidence. The mole had already provided a full map of the vault and patrol