The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 96

Alina's POV:

A while later, Coco rushed in. "Miss Quinn! I found it out."

Perhaps she was afraid of me that she paused for a moment and looked at me before continuing. "The dress wasn't lent out; it was sold to someone. The buyer had once saved Naphtali Bancroft's life, so the designer sold it to them. But they refused to tell me who the buyer was."

The one who had bought the dress was undoubtedly an influential person. I remembered the comments on the necklace, so I asked Coco to check who had bought the necklace from CHRISTIE'S auction house.

I had an answer in mind and was almost sure of it. However, I wanted to confirm everything before jumping to conclusions.

As expected, it was Rufus.

The answer drove me insane. I leaned against the sofa as I felt the anger bubbling inside me. I couldn't figure out why Rufus had done that. He never replied to any of my messages or even bothered to look at me.

I ran my fingers across my face. I was the most beautiful she-wolf in the empire. Countless men were attracted to me, but Rufus hadn't bothered even to glance at me. His indifference seemed to rub my inflated ego.

I felt powerless and depressed.

If I couldn't win Rufus' heart, I would eventually be an abandoned pawn of my father's game of power. I fisted my hair and gritted my teeth to control my anger. I didn't know how to make Rufus fall for me.

A wave of humiliation consumed me. I cried out to vent my emotions. I didn't know what to do.

Moments later, I took a deep breath to calm down. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of the trembling Coco. The timid, innocent look on her face reminded me of Sylvia.

At that moment, I realized the woman in the photo looked quite familiar. I quickly took my phone to see the post. However, to my utter disappointment, the post was already deleted. I immediately asked Coco to check the IP address of the blogger. Although we couldn't find the specific information, the result revealed someone in the military school had posted the picture, which seemed to intensify my doubts. I knew the bitch in the photo was Sylvia.

It was almost Friday. Her leg wasn't injured as I had planned; she was more brisk and ostentatious instead.

I angrily sent Warren a few more messages, asking him if he had dealt with Sylvia or not.