My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

“The necklace is the only thing I want. If you refuse to give it back to me, I will call him now,” I said firmly.

“Stop bluffing. I don’t believe that Blake will care about such a trivial matter! Besides, you are not that important to him.” Gina smiled coldly.

Thated Gina’s guts. She was the one who ruined my reputation. How could she say these so plausibly? Exactly how shameless she was?

I was just about to get my phone out and call Blake. And now, I looked down and found that the phone was indeed in my hand

Gina stared at the phone in my hand. She had a confident look on her face that she knew I wouldn’t dare to call Blake.

I cursed silently

In fact, I didn’t want to rely on Blake to fix my private business.

Because I had no intention of getting entangled with a man like Blake. Once I did, I would never be able to get out.

But right now, I used him to let Gina get cold feet. I placed myself in a dilemma.

Gina was shrewd enough to see through my hesitation. She sneered, “Catherine, aren’t you going to call him? What is stopping you? You don’t dare to call him, right? As I expected, you must have pulled some kind of shameless stunt to get Blake to publicly announce that you are his girlfriend. What you’re doing is just like what I did back then, wanting to use him to hype up. Do you want to debut as an actress?”

“Shut up!” I didn’t want to hear her crap. I never thought of being a star.

“What is it? Are you pissed off because I see through you? Did you also use what happened five years ago to force Blake to announce your relationship? You are an imitator. It’s so lame. Can you stop imitating me?” When Gina saw that I was silent, she was more confident that she had figured out what I was thinking. She mocked me complacently.

“Who said I was imitating you? Do you really think I didn’t dare to call himn? I’ll call him now.” I was so fed up with Gina’s paranoia. How could she compare herself with me? I never plotted against anyone.

Gina’s face stiffened and then turned pale.

I took a deep breath and made up my mind to dial Blake’s number.

Then I pressed the speakerphone and showed Gina my phone screen.

Gina’s eyes widened in disbelief. I was also nervous.

I knew it was just a phone call. But why was my heart beating so fast?

“Hello…” a low and magnetic male voice sounded.

“Cathy…” the hoarse voice called my name gently.

Gina stared at me with eyes of jealousy and resentment.

“I’ll give you the necklace back!” Gina was instantly frightened. She whispered.

a little stunned. When Blake called my name, I felt that something like a feather gently brushed past

said with concern after not hearing my sound for a

nce

pressed my phone to my ear and said lightly, “I’m sorry. I dialed the wrong number.

a great blow. She was no longer arrogant. Her fingers that were holding the glass

and despair. She slammed the glass in her hand to the ground. “Why you? Tell me! What exactly did you do to take him away from me? Tell me

was rushing over to grab my shoulder, I vigilantly took a few steps back and reached out to push

out the necklace. But she didn’t want to hand it to me. Instead, she threw it on the floor in front of her. “Take

watched it break in

the ground in despair, crying like a crazy woman. “I hate you,

necklace with trembling fingers. “Gina, I can’t believe

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Chapter 126

Catherine’s POV

it.” I didn’t pity her. I

my palm and

was so

hadn’t seen her cry so desperately, I

What should I do?

a loss, so, I decided to find a

stores on Sayreville’s main street,

relic my mother left me, and I was

went to Mabel’s Aurora Pack

old craftsman was a

there something broken?” the old craftsman

nodded and took out two pieces of broken obsidian wrapped in

took the two pieces of obsidian and looked at them carefully under the light. He suddenly smiled. “I’ve

a similar one before?” I was surprised at first, and then I asked anxiously, “Do you

Sayreville, so a lot of werewolves from other packs will come to me to repair their jewelry. The piece you have here is different from his, but I think the two necklaces are a pair. Judging from the workmanship, they must be a hundred years old or

looked

workmanship. The carved patterns are very exquisite. I’m sure a skilled craftsman made

quickly handed him the money. “Thank you! I’ll be glad as long as it

in

words made me

were a pair, maybe I could do some digging starting

what good would

my mother bought me. When I thought of this, my heart was filled with sorrow

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my family became less

to be repaired, I returned to the