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

and decided that it was better not to alarm

of plan. Cancel the

the message, I threw the phone

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

but I still reached out and touched the edge of the lid of the

was shocked. How could there be such a beautiful dress and jewelry inside? I stroked the shining necklace, lost in

couldn't help but pick up the beautiful dress and admire it up close. Although it looked a little smaller than my size, I should be able to wear

she was just a slave. How could she be qualified to attend such an event? I couldn't

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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

even had the urge to take them for myself. But

me to get away if I misappropriated these things. Moreover, 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