The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 291

Sylvia's POV:

I almost couldn't believe my ears when Ethan said he'd give me a chance to investigate the matter of Rufus being framed. Stuck in a trance, it wasn't until Flora gently tugged at my sleeve that I realized that Ethan had already left the hall.

"Come on, Sylvia. Let's get out of here."

"Okay."

I quickly headed towards the exit along with Flora and the others. However, as soon as we reached the door, Warren's father stopped us.

"Warren, come here right now!" the middle-aged werewolf barked, his voice trembling with rage.

Warren stopped abruptly in his tracks. His eyes swept towards the angry-looking werewolf and a trace of fear flashed on his face. Glancing at us briefly, he turned around promptly and walked towards his father.

"Oh, my God! His dad's terrifying!" Flora murmured anxiously, hiding behind me.

Eyeing the middle-aged werewolf with a long face, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Warren. His father looked incredibly strict and must've been very difficult to deal with.

On the other hand, Harry was smiling brightly. He trotted over to us playfully and said, "Poor Warren. Unlike my dear father, his has a stick up his ass. Like father, like son, I suppose. My dad always spoils me."

Flora rolled her eyes and snorted impatiently. Just as she opened her mouth to give Harry an earful, a burly middle-aged werewolf approached us. Flora's expression immediately changed and she forced a fake smile. "Yes, Harry! Your father's amazing. No wonder you grew up to be such an excellent young man!"

Harry, who was standing in front of us with his back to the approaching werewolf, was blissfully unaware of what was coming. He yammered on endlessly, his voice echoing across the hall.

Helpless, I winked at Harry meaningfully. But he didn't seem to catch my drift. He shook his head proudly.

"Just wait and see. My father will show just how caring he is later. He may seem fierce in public just now, but that was all an act. In private, he spoils me to no end!"

This time, I coughed loudly in the hopes that he would look behind him, but it was too late.

The burly, middle-aged werewolf grabbed Harry by his shoulder and yanked him backward. Harry lost his footing immediately and fell on his butt.