The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Richard's POV:

Diego, my subordinate, reported the turmoil in the city to me. I was so elated when I heard everything he said. My plan had worked.

Before that little boy presented the bouquet to Rufus, I paid his father in advance to put some drugs on the flowers. Rufus was very sensitive and vigilant. This was the only way I could think that he wouldn't ge suspicious.

But actually, I wasn't sure at first if it would work. I didn't expect it to be successful. For the first time, I succeeded in setting Rufus up. It was very likely that this time, he would never be able to turn the tables. "Go give the father of that boy a reward. Tell him to keep his mouth shut or I'll shut him up," I ordered Diego. "Then find an opportunity to get rid of him after this matter is over."

Only the dead could shut up forever. The father of that boy had to bring my secret to his grave.

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I frowned. I was not satisfied with this news. Only when there were casualties could this matter be escalated. Then Rufus would be completely overthrown. Fortunately, I was prepared for this situation. I took a drag on my cigar. I was in a good mood when I asked about Lucy.

"Lady Lucy has been given a muscle relaxant shot as planned," Diego answered truthfully.

"Why do you still call her 'Lady Lucy'? She is

understand. I'm sorry, Prince Richard," Diego

I put down my cigar, stood up, and walked to the

everything has been arranged. And the moon grass that can attract werewolves has been planted along the road to the manor. When the drug takes effect, Prince Rufus will go crazy. His animal instinct will

couldn't help but chuckle. "Well

her belly would be

in a good state of mind. By then, she would be too powerless to resist no matter how much she

he was the eldest prince, the throne would

was so excited that I unconsciously tightened my grip on the parrot. It let out a cry, flapped its wings, and flew

you! Fuck you!" it

up!" I snapped back. I shook the cage vigorously, trying to calm

the parrot

it

and put down the wooden stick. This damn little parrot had obviously