Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Third Person’s POV

Yvette, who had attended the mating ceremony, suddenly chuckled from the side. “You wouldn’t believe. how nervous Lance was that night. He wouldn’t even let people near the villa. Such a considerate and enviable mate.”

Margot rolled her eyes at her. “Is your own husband not good to you? I heard he makes you breakfast every morning.”

Yvette’s face turned red in an instant. “Margot!”

Adelaide smiled faintly, lifted her water cup, and took a sip.

This harmonious atmosphere was truly pleasing.

She tried her best not to dwell on unpleasant matters.

Celebrating Christmas at the palace, even a hint of sorrow was inappropriate, and she had long grown accustomed to suppressing her emotions.

They were discussing Melinda’s mate, Dwight–a prideful werewolf who had taken in two breeders.

One was a call girl from the red–light district, exceptionally beautiful, for whom Dwight had paid a $300,000 breach of contract fee.

The other was the daughter of a businessman. It was said she became Dwight’s breeder due to her substantial personal wealth, and it was this breeder who had covered the $300,000 fee.

There was a flurry of discussions.

None of these powerful packs had ever taken in a call girl from a nightclub as a breeder.

someone truly fancied such a woman, they would at most

new breeder for the sake of a nightclub call girl, and the purpose was specifically for

young werewolf to be so lovesick. Using a breeder’s personal funds to cover the breach fee for another breeder–what a clever move. No one else could come up

was the one

never opposed

and his wife were difficult to support, and there was no

that Skye had refused Adelaide’s

her primary rival.

mercilessly

flushed red with embarrassment and

a battle–worthy son, but also because Priscilla’s sharp–tongued nature made her a formidable

could lead to even more hurtful

was in the

mother, could she interfere in her daughter’s

such things were ordinary and that Melinda

cast a glance at Adelaide, as if to say, “I’ll

her lips with a handkerchief,

upset, but Priscilla had

everyone present to cast disdainful glances

both wronged and ashamed, hardly able to hold

a word in her defense. But Adelaide merely maintained

pride, silently resenting Adelaide–how could she, the

a while,

greetings, everyone resumed their

there had never been

master of pretense, even bestowed a concerned glance

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