The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 169

Greg surveyed the mansion on his first day when the head servant gave him a tour to make sure he knew his way around. In secret, he took mental notes on the locations he could use to place the hidden recording devices that he hid in his slightly oversized shoes when he left his apartment.

So, thanks to the device near the fireplace, the Duke heard the whole conversation between the mother and daughter. His animal growled at the mention of demolishing Blue Crescent as the Kylton’s ‘contingency plan’, and Greg thanked Goddess that he was alone in his dark room pretending to be asleep when he eavesdropped.

But he had a good laugh with his animal when Kelissa said that she wasn’t stupid. She couldn’t even keep him under her reins. Her chauffeur didn’t even check his shoes for the recording devices he brought with him.

There wasn’t even a single camera or recording device in the guest room they gave him. Not one. He checked. Six times. 1

He still checked for them if he had been away from his room. If Kelissa Kylton wasn’t stupid, then she had to be as dim as a fused lightbulb covered in a thick layer of dust that repelled anyone allergic to her foolishness. 1

And then there was what Kelissa said about what he and his cousins see in Lucianne…seriously? She needed an explanation for that? The way they smiled itself were at opposite ends of the spectrum…if Kelissa were even worthy to share the same spectrum as Lucianne at all!

where should Greg even begin? Kelissa exuded only a shuddering presence, and the makeup she wore inn o way covered up the

her through without being laughed at or stepped on for her lack of common sense and understanding of simple concepts. Of course she was impressed with his contribution at the brainstorming session! She knew so little! And for someone who was dead certain that she was ‘the rightful Queen’, she exemplified ZERO

muttering, “If Kylton became Queen,

rest of his underground people were doing fine without him. After

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joined the other pathetic advisors and snobbish Kyltons for breakfast like he did everyday since he arrived. For some reason, i t was always the seat next to Livia that was empty. He tried to come down a little earlier to

envious of his own animal when it could growl and groan in annoyance to its satisfaction in his head but the human part of him had to stay silent, behave and put

and distant on the first day, playing hard to get, much to Greg’s relief. The second day, however, she tried to get him t o open up and speak to her. ‘Just kill me’, Greg thought every time he’d have to respond to her empty questions to

he must make Livia think

the red push-up bra underneath too obvious to miss. Livia felt Greg’s eyes on her when she reached for the butter, and her animal was squealing

was indeed looking at her, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her by her neck, fracture it, throw