The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Cherry's POV:

I asked for a leave in my afternoon classes because I planned to break into Sylvia's room to steal the dress.

But I didn't expect that someone had taken action ahead of me. As soon as I walked to the front door of the dormitory, I saw a round-faced she-wolf wearing a dark blue dress coming out with a gift box. It looked exactly the same as the one in the photo.

I immediately hid behind a tree. When she got closer, I recognized that she was the servant who had been with Sylvia before.

Was she going to meet Sylvia to give her the gift box? I couldn't let her get away with it.

Without a second thought, I took out the handkerchief from my pocket. I had put an overpowering drug on it. Actually, I prepared it especially for Sylvia, just in case.

I successfully stunned the round-faced servant with the handkerchief. Then I dragged her to a nearby warehouse, tied her up, and gagged her mouth.

moment, the servant's phone rang. I took it out of her pocket and saw that

decided that it was better not to alarm the enemy. So I rejected the phone call and sent a message

of plan. Cancel

sending the message, I threw the phone back

the delicate gift box on the ground, hesitating whether I should open it or not. I wanted to hand it over directly to that mysterious person, but I was too curious. What kind of thing would make that mysterious person take so much

time, but I still reached out and touched the edge of the lid of the box. Anyway, no one would know

was shocked. How could there be such a beautiful dress

it up close. Although it looked a little smaller than my size,

had gotten these things. Was she going to the ball too? But she was just a slave. How could she be qualified to attend such an event? I couldn't even get an invitation. How could Sylvia

it, the angrier I got. I didn't expect that I would be defeated by her one day. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

I took the gift box away. Sylvia wouldn't be able to go to the ball anymore even if she wanted to. Thinking about it, I couldn't help smiling complacently. I looked a the unconscious servant on the ground. She was as stupid as her

box, the more I liked them. I even had the urge to take them for myself. But my reason reminded

judging from Sylvia's humble identity, what good things could she have? Perhaps these things just looked expensive but were actually knock-offs. The invitation was the most important