(Author’s POV)
Myra was touched by this gesture. She knew how much her mother valued it. She gave Sandra a tight hug as the latter whispered, "Do well today, umm~. Mom and Dad are cheering for you. And~ ...... don’t forget to take pictures."
"Aye Aye, captain, we will take tons of it, okiez ...... now let’s go. It will take so ti to reach the venue," Yelena kissed Sandra’s cheek and walked out.
"Yup, we need to giddy up," Wendy added as she kissed the other cheek and followed Yelena.
Myra nodded and followed them. William was waiting for them at the main gate, but he too had the sa reaction as Sandra’s when he saw his daughters walking out of the house. Tears started building up instantly as he turned around to wipe the corner of his eyes.
Yelena laughed and teased him, "We are just attending an event. Your daughters .... they aren’t getting married, Mr. Miracle."
"I know. I know. But they have already grown up," he was getting all emotional, sniffling away his tears.
Sandra walked beside him and spoke to the trio, "You girls should leave. Otherwise, with the current weather conditions and your uncle combined, a flood might erupt anyti." Everyone laughed at her words.
Taking Sandra’s advice, they settled inside Yelena’s car, which was parked outside the house. The person from yesterday, Garry’s man, fetched it in the morning. They all said their goodbyes and zood off.
The weather, just like in the morning, was overcast. The sky was sunless as squalls of wind blew.
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*At The Crown Opulence, Topmost floor, Executive Suites*
"Mr. Everests? May I co in?" Elisa gently knocked on the door as she stood outside Brave’s room.
"Give a minute," his deep, masculine voice ca from inside.
Elisa waited as per Brave’s instruction. She adjusted the cleavage line of her dress, pulling it a centiter or two down for very obvious reasons.
She was wearing a beaded long, strapless corset dress with a fitted slit rmaid skirt. The dark erald hued gown was creating a captivating symphony of allure and elegance, and at the sa ti, it was oozing with sultriness with its sweetheart neckline fras shaping her bosoms well.
She was looking like an embodint of feminine allure and glamour. Her outfit blended with her cherry hair perfectly as she tucked a strand behind her ear. She was confident that today she would definitely achieve her target and get down on Brave. After all, with her looks combined with the outfit, she was a true devilish beauty. Perfect Demon Queen.
Brave opened the door and asked without looking at her, "Secretary Queens, what is it?"
"Uhhhh~ ... Mr. Larson has asked to inform you that, as the special invitees, Mr. Brave, as well as other Mr. Everests, will enter the venue after all the guests have arrived. I will be accompanying you," Elisa spoke. Her words may sound professional outwardly, but the underlying aning behind them was clear. She wanted to enter the venue with the Lycan Alphas and put dibs on them, in front of everybody else, so that others, especially the females, would think twice before approaching them.
’Like who would even dare to approach them when they would see a seductive beauty like standing next to them,’ Elisa scoffed internally.
"Umm~ .... Okay .... Anything else?" Brave replied, his eyes never falling on Elisa even once, as he was on a video call with his assistant, Kaylee Shaw.
Elisa’s jaw tightened with rage, she was thoroughly pissed. She bore her sharp, intense gaze on the gentle figure that was displayed on Brave’s phone’s screen. Forgetting that Brave was still waiting for her answer.
"Secretary Queens ....? Secretary Queens ....? Ms. Elisa?" Brave called out.
Elisa snapped out of her thoughts as her fierce eyes t Brave’s confused ones. He was looking at her with a perplexed expression, "Are you alright? I have been calling you ..." he inquired.
"Ohhh~ ...... I’m sorry. What did you say?" she asked, while blinking her eyes. Soon, her innocent deanor was back.
Brave didn’t think much of it as he was already busy with his stuff. He inquired again, "I said if there isn’t anything else, I have so important calls to take."
Elisa’s mouth twitched in irritation. She has thought that this semblance would be enough to draw the guys’ attention, but that guy, Brave, he hasn’t even glanced her way properly. She changed her facial expression in a flash, smiled at him, and said, "There is nothing else. When you are done with your calls, you can call for . I will be waiting~ .... I an, will be on standby~"
Brave nodded, and without much thought, he closed the door on her face and continued with his briefing. Her face turned red as her hair, she was fuming uncontrollably, ’Damnit~ .... Nothing is going according to plan. What’s wrong with these wolf n? Are they dimwit? Arghhhhhhhhh~ .... ’
A magnetically familiar voice startled her as she jolted and turned around to et the person’s gaze, "Ms. Queens, what are you doing outside Brave’s room? Has Mr. Larson given you the role of his bodyguard? Or is it the gatekeeper?"
Honestly, Elisa wanted to sew his mouth and scratch his handso face with her polished nails, but couldn’t. He was also one of her targets.
She maintained her composure, gave him a sophisticated smile, and replied, "I am just a delicate human. I am not tough enough to be a bodyguard of a werewolf." She subtly rubbed her bandaged palm and added, "Not to ntion, powerful and majestic Lycan Alphas."
Dion gave her a sly smile and uttered, "Well, you seem quite prepared for the event. It seems like we will be the ones who have to guard Ms. Queens for today. There will be many eyes on you, after all."
Elisa was a bit taken aback by his words. His attitude was arbitrary towards her. He would sotis give her complints, out of the blue, and at other tis, he would just make jokes about her.
"Thank you for your kind words. You look as dapper as ever, Mr. Dion. I can see why you are so famous in the Kimberg as a ladies’ man," she praised him as she eyed him from head to toe.
Dion was in an all black suit, the sa colored shirt had its top three buttons undone, which was showcasing his chest. His copper hair were neatly combed back in a slick style as he touched his right ear to adjust his crystal studs.
When he was doing this, Elisa’s eyes caught his cufflinks, and without thinking much, she chuckled lightly.
Dion wrinkled his brows slightly and asked, "What made you laugh, Ms. Queens? Is there sothing on my face?"
"No, there isn’t. I don’t want to be rude to you, but I guess soone deceived you. The green cufflinks you are wearing are cheap and don’t match your overall attire. They don’t suit you at all. You should probably try silver or gold," she then approached him, her steps alluring as her left leg peeked out of her gown with every movent, "If you don’t mind, I have just the right pair in my room. I prepared it as a gift for you all. Why don’t you co with and try them on?" She held his hand to unfasten the cufflink.
But before she could take them off, Dion’s face turned serious as he pulled his hand back roughly and unceremoniously. Elisa was pushed back forcefully, but she managed to balance her steps well. Dion stared at her and spat, "If you know it is rude, then you shouldn’t say that, Ms. Queens. Out of everything I am wearing, the most precious and invaluable thing is these cufflinks. So, you’d better watch your mouth next ti." He dusted his hands in frustration and walked off to Elio’s room.
Elisa’s face contorted in a grimace of fury. She wanted to lash out but held herself back, "This freaking ...... Once you are all in my control. I will teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget. You all will be my slaves."
Dion, as soon as he entered Elio’s room, took out his handkerchief and started wiping the cufflinks carefully.
Elio, who was in the middle of changing his clothes, asked, "What happened, Bro. Dion?"
"Nothing~ ... sleeve, it got tainted with filth. Just wiping that off," he casually remarked while wiping it clean to the point of it shining.
"Filth, here?" Elio was confused by his words. But Dion didn’t explain.
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"Why is this road jamd like hell? We are getting late," Wendy spoke nervously.
"Sweetheart, it isn’t an exam. And as for the traffic, it’s because all the cars are headed in the sa direction. There must be doing security checks and stuff. You know how powerful people co with their entourage to such an event," Yelena explained.
"This many?" Wendy’s eyes widened in shock.
"Ahhaa~ ...... more than these," Yelena added.
Myra’s phone buzzed as she picked it up and answered, "Yes, Prof. Mitchell. Yes, I am on my way. I will be there in five minutes. Yes~ ... okay." And the call disconnected.
"Oswald Mitchell?" Yelena inquired while Myra nodded in agreent, "He is urging us to co fast. The event is soon going to start."
To Be Continued . . . . . . .
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