Chapter 124

Xandar fixed his death glare at the reporter who labeled his mate’s bravery and nobility as “undignified’. The King then asked in a low voice, “What is your name and who do you work for?”

The reporter swallowed a lump in his throat and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Xandar growled in impatience, and demanded in a roar, “Answer me!”

The reporter shook as he stuttered in response, “A-Apologies, m-my K-King. M-My name i-is Ian P Pollock, and I w-work for T&C News Corporation, your Hi-Highness.”

“Truthful & Credible News Corporation?” Xandar muttered his way.

The reporter nodded and tried his best to fidget less but the fear spurring in his being made it impossible for him to stand still.

Xandar huffed condescendingly and said, “SO, T&C’s stance is that a Queen fighting alongside her people i s undignified? That’s the truth your company is advocating for? And you and your colleagues claim to have the credibility to judge what is or is not dignified when it comes to what the Queen chooses to do?”

When there was nothing but the sound of Pollock’s fidgeting teeth in the parking lot, Xandar said, “Tell your boss I expect a front-page apology for what you just said about my mate. As for your career in reporting, it’s safe to say that it is time for an early retir”

suspension would do.’ Lucianne linked him, as her tired black orbs

more they’ll try to push our boundaries. Take Cummings, for instance. We showed her mercy and she ended up hurting

targets to meet and families

to the reporter who was already drenched in cold sweat as Xandar said, “If it were me, you’d be jobless and dead by now, Pollock. Fortunately for you, our Queen

but then Xandar added, “As much as I love and respect m y mate, I speak from observation when I say that our species don’t leam very well from light punishments so I will be insisting on a six-month suspension and a personally-written apology submitted across all news sites. If

Highness.” He then looked at Lucianne and bowed as he uttered, “I convey my most sincere apologies, my Queen. Thank you

could muster, “You’ve received information about my condition, about the likelihood of a certain poison hindering particular aspects of my bodily function.

reporters and journalists gasped in shock and glanced at each other nervously. How did the Queen know? Who told her? Lucianne thought only Pollock had been tipped off at first but the scared and guilty faces of every other journalist and reporter before them showed that they

a little before he said, “W-We don’t know, my Queen. It w-was an anonymous tip, a

already out

was getting paler as he said, “I-I don’t know, your Grace. B-But I can request my superiors

dissatisfied expression met Pollock’s fearful one as the Duke warned in a threatening tone,” You’d better make sure I get the number within the next hour.” Pollock gave quick, vigorous nods

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