The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 341

Sylvia's POV:

"This is obviously a set up. Prince Rufus went manic because he was drugged by a villain. And although he hurt some people when he lost control of himself, he didn't kill anyone." I stared at Alston coldly, the corners of my mouth slowly raised into a faint smile. "If that's the only reason why you want Prince Rufus to be imprisoned forever, then it's only right for Prince Richard to be chopped into pieces. After all, many people died in his hands."

Alston finally looked at me with his eyes full of coldness. "I only care about the evidence. You said that Prince Rufus was set up, right? Then where is your evidence? What's more, I've never heard of such a drug that can make people crazy. I'm afraid that you're just making up stories to help Prince Rufus get away with his crime."

"That's right! How can such a drug exist in our country? And who are you, by the way? How dare you speak up here!" Mateo interjected coldly. His old face looked mean and cunning.

Rufus pulled me behind him, glanced at Mateo, and chuckled. "How come a mere Gamma is able to join the meeting of the Alphas?"

As soon as Rufus said this, Martin, Harry's father, sneered. "Aren't you ashamed at all?"

Mateo was embarrassed by Martin's laughter. He blushed and didn't dare to say anything more.

Rufus' face was still cold. He glanced at Blair and nodded at him.

Blair stepped forward and cleared his throat. "What if I can prove that this drug really exists?"

There was an uproar in the crowd, and Alston was the most emotional.

"That's impossible! If there is such a drug, it will cause chaos."

Blair looked at him disdainfully and turned to Ethan. "Your Majesty, a week before the military parade, Prince Rufus secretly ordered me to go to Sylvia's pack to find out the truth about her mother's rebellion. I accidentally found the key evidence, and it might also be related to this incident."

"Show the evidence," Ethan ordered in a low voice.

I noticed that Mateo became uneasy. He seemed not in the mood to enjoy the show anymore. He turned to look at Richard with anxiousness written all over his face. But what could Richard do? He couldn't even protect himself now. He was also so anxious that he was sweating profusely. How could he have time to care about Mateo?