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.

truly fancied such a woman, they would at most purchase a property outside

Dwight had added a new breeder for the sake of a nightclub

this 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 with

was the

never

his wife were

that Skye had refused Adelaide’s offer to gift Melinda,

her primary rival.

mercilessly

with embarrassment and then paled

a battle–worthy son, but also because Priscilla’s sharp–tongued

could lead

was in the wrong

could she interfere in

such things were ordinary and that

glance at Adelaide, as if to say,

a handkerchief,

was indeed upset, but Priscilla had voiced

everyone present to cast disdainful glances

felt both wronged and ashamed, hardly

Adelaide, hoping for a word in her defense. But Adelaide merely maintained a cold. expression, her eyes devoid of

resenting Adelaide–how could she, the sister of her own mother, refuse to help? How

while, Madison

greetings, everyone resumed

never been

pretense, even bestowed a

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