The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN. ASHANTI'S POV.

"I'm not even surprised about this revelation. She really looks like someone who would do such a thing. How pathetic!" Kelly, my colleague, comments bitterly as we walk out of the hall. I am fuming with rage and only the goddess knows what I'd do to Tamara if I set my eyes on her right now. I'm definitely going to give her a solid smack.

"It's a good thing she has been suspended. She better go home and think about what she did!"

The rambling continues until we all step out of the hall. There are a few others out here, gathered in clusters and engaged in conversations on the topic of Tamara's sabotage. Some are expressing their disdain towards her dirty game while others are simply listening. She really messed up.

We all abruptly come to a halt when we spot Tamara. All eyes are on her as she walks out of the hall towards the parking lot with her head held up high. She doesn't look like someone who was just exposed for committing such a shameless act. "Look at her acting all high and mighty despite being in a hot mess."

"One would look at her right now and think she's proud of the fact that she's been caught."

"It's just a facade she's putting on to mask her true feelings. Don't be fooled by it. Deep down in her heart, she definitely regrets her actions and is calling herself a big idiot for pulling such a stunt! I'm sure of that!"

We all look at Kelly who says those words with so much confidence.

"So, are you going to go over and have a conversation with her or not?" Lena chimes me after a long moment of silence, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes go back to Tamara almost at her car and for a split second, I'm torn between choosing to be mature by heading to my car so I can leave or acting petty by going over and giving her a piece of my mind.

I choose the latter.

be

head towards Tamara who's

you owe me an apology, Tamara." I say sharply and her head swivels in my direction. I flash her a tight smile that wipes off immediately it's formed. Now I'm staring at her deadpan, wishing I could demonstrate a

in amusement as she eyes me disdainfully from

mean you should be on your knees, groveling." A wicked smirk spreads on her lips as

Elegant as always.

scared about the fact that she has been exposed. She's calm and collected,

really

no idea. The look on your face when you saw your machines in ruins. The horror flashing in your eyes when you came tenth in that

been

competition and banned from

go bankrupt. Was seeing me suffer during a single phase of a competition worth your career as a designer? A career you spent years building. A craft you've been honing since you were a little girl. Was it really worth it?" My voice is calm but firm as

questions at her

smirk on her lips is nowhere to be found now and a ridge forms between her brows as she creases them. It's like the gravity of her actions just dawned on