Chapter 77 The Price of Arrogance
Leslie’s POV
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Am’s “Night of Rarities” was held in the “Hall of No Light”—an exclusive venue in Central City with security measures rivaling a royal pce.
Carl, my best friend Astrid, and I arrived together.
The hall was filled with the most powerful werewolves on the Westview continent. The air itself buzzed with wealth and dominance.
But I hadn’t expected to cross paths with <i>those </i>two vipers again.
In one corner of the exhibition space, Slyvana was hanging onto Liana’s arm, whispering with a few she–wolves from minor Packs.
Liana looked better than she had in Halinport. Her pale face wore that familiar frail, pitiful smile–the kind that made people want to protect her. With her propped up beside her, Slyvana seemed to have regained all of her old arrogance and bluster.
The moment we entered, Slyvana’s eyes locked on us–burning with bitter resentment.
She clearly wanted to provoke me. She grabbed Liana and led her over to a disy case.
Inside was a pair of razor–sharp assassin’s daggers, forged from the legendary “Ster Meteorite Steel.”
“These daggers aren’t bad,” Slyvana said haughtily to the exhibit curator. “We, the Crimson Moon Pack, will take them.”
The curator nced at the astronomical price tag and hesitated. “Miss Crimson Moon Pack, the ‘Starfall des‘ are among the rarest items tonight. The price is…”
“Price isn’t a problem!” Slyvana cut him off impatiently, then turned her smug, venomous gaze toward me.
“I just want to show a certain country bumpkin what real wealth and ss look like! Hmph, everything she wants–I’ll take. She won’t get <i>anything </i>tonight!”
Her ridiculous deration gave me a sudden, brilliant idea.
I strolled over to the case and picked up the daggers, inspecting them with exaggerated
admiration.
“These des are lovely,” I said with a calm smile, then looked to the curator. “But it seems
Chapter 77 The Price of Arrogance
Miss Crimson Moon Pack appreciates them even more than I do.”
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I turned to Slyvana, beaming with sweet civility. “Since you’re so enthusiastic, I’d hate to take what you love. I wouldn’t dream of stealing your treasure.”
Then I casually pointed to another disy across the aisle–rows of glowing vials filled with exotic, shimmering potions and rare materials encased in crystal.
“Actually, I was more interested in these,” I said innocently. “But since Miss Crimson Moon Pack already said she’ll take everything I want–well, by all means, she can have <i>these </i><i>too</i>.”
As I spoke, I discreetly activated the smartwatch my brother Thorbane had given me—the one that could record both video and audio.
“Everyone heard that, right?” I raised my voice just enough to draw attention. Every nearby guest turned to watch the unfolding drama.
“Our gracious, generous Miss Slyvana of the Crimson Moon Pack has dered she’ll be buying everything I so much as nce at tonight! What boldness! Let’s give her a round of apuse!”
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