Chapter 78 A Bill for Arrogance


    Leslie’s POV


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    With just a little prompting from me–and the cager stares of onlookers ready for drama- Slyvana let her vanitypletely take over.


    She straightened her back, lifted her chin like a benevolent queen, and said to the now- grinning curator in a condescending tone, “That’s right! I’ll take all of these. Have them wrapped.”


    The curator, energized like he’d been shot with adrenaline, immediately began tallying the total with lightning speed.


    Meanwhile, Slyvana stood like a triumphant peacock, head held high, eyes filled with smug defiance as she looked at me.


    Even Liana, clinging beside her, gave a gloating little smile–like some pitiful victor basking in a hollow win.


    They really thought they could humiliate me… with money?


    How na?ve.


    Soon, the curator respectfully handed over aically long invoice.


    “Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” he said, “your selected items include the ‘Starfall des,’ ‘Millennial Dragonblood Essence,‘ ‘Tears of the Deep Sea Naga‘… and 137 other rare items. The totales to 38 million credit points. Will you be paying via your Pack ount or personal ount?”


    “Th–thirty–eight million?!”


    The color drained from Slyvana’s face. Her arrogance instantly crumbled.


    “How… how is it that much?!” she shrieked.


    “Ma’am,” the curator said with a professional smile, “the “Tears of the Deep Sea Naga‘ you selected is thest known vial in existence. The single–unit price exceeds 15 million…”


    “I–I was joking! I don’t want them anymore!” Slyvana finally panicked and tried to back out.


    “Joking?” I raised a brow and calmly aimed the “Eye of Truth” bracelet on my wrist toward the exhibition hall’s central crystal screen.


    A momentter, her smug face from earlier–and the line <i>“</i><i>Everything </i><i>she </i><i>wants</i>, I’ll <i>take</i>“—was


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    projected in perfect rity for all to see.


    Undeniable.


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    “Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” I said sweetly as I lowered my bracelet, “during the ‘Night of Rarities, all public derations are witnessed by the God of Contracts. If you back out now, you won’t just damage your own credibility–you’ll tarnish the honor of the entire Crimson Moon Pack.”


    Slyvana froze. She looked at the massive total on the invoice… then at the crowd of werewolves now watching with open mockery. Her eyes welled up with tears.


    She tried to pay using her Pack ount–only to be informed that any transaction of this size required direct authorization from the Pack’s Alpha: Kirby.


    Kirby’s POV


    I was buried in the fallout from the “Fang of the Ancients” scandal, stressed out and furious, trying to manage the chaos it left in its wake.


    That’s when my chief aide Mch burst into the office, clearly panicked.


    <b>“</b>Alpha! It’s bad!”


    “What now?!” I barked.


    “It’s… it’s Miss Slyvana…” Mch’s voice was shaking. “She… she racked up a 38 million credit tab at Am’s ‘Night of Rarities‘ auction… and now she can’t pay. They’re demanding you authorize the payment immediately–or they’ll report it to the Contract Tribunal.”


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