My Billionaire Please Became 82

Chapter 0082

Cara's POV

A middle-aged and distinguished-looking man walks into the kitchen, hands raised in ant obvious attempt to minimize the growing tension in the kitchen. "What's going on here?" He asks, looking at all of us gathered around.

I'm not yet certain who this man is, but when he speaks, the kitchen staff listens. He must have their respect. Does this John work here, too?

"John, you need to get HER," a she-wolf points a finger at me, "out of here. We don't need any help from the likes of her!"

I turn to John, trying to appeal to him, "I was just saying that I'm here because-"

"Because you want to feel better about yourself and laugh at us from your fancy throne!" one of the staff members fires at me.

'Now wait just a minute!" John's tone is harsh and admonishing, and the staff stops their snickering at once.

HT

He lays his briefcase on the table between us, and the hard leather case lands with a heavy thud. John unzips the case and reaches in to grab a handful of papers.

"Before you throw around any more of those poisonous words, you'll want to see this," he says sternly to the staff, holding the papers up to their eye level.

The staff members stare at the papers for a moment before their faces fall, all together in unison as if the movement had been choreographed. "SHE made the donation?!" "But... but they all said-"

said she was

thinks she's better than us

voices join together, a loud cacophony of shock

will

misjudged Ms. Cara Wilson," John says to

to see you again," he says with a

To see me again?!

Who is this?

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Wait...

my brain finally taking in what it's seeing now that the tension has

be Alaric's

are you doing here?" I never expected to

six years ago. He looks older

Beta. It appears there weren't that many

found John to be a friendly and respectable worker, I'm happy to

that runs a pack where a servant can rise to the station of Beta. No matter what kind of man he is, no one can say he's not

his apologies for his delay. I came in his stead,"

angry she-wolf staff member looks between John and I with narrowed eyes. "So she gave us some money? So what?! I still

This came from a new voice. The voice was familiar, though

the Pack House manager, the same desperate she-wolf who had phoned me the other day asking for my help. I might not have recognized her except for the shiny name tag affixed to her shirt. "Cara Wilson will ALWAYS be welcome in this House!" she

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