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.

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

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

of plan.

the message, I threw

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

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

box, I was shocked. How could there be such a beautiful dress and

and admire it up close. Although it looked a little smaller than my size, I should

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

thought about it, the angrier I got. I didn't expect that I would be defeated by her one

even if she

things in the gift box, the more I liked them. I even had the urge to take them for myself. But my reason reminded me not to be

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 important thing for me at this moment. I didn't want to suffer a double