Kirby’s POV


    Seeing how badly Leslie wanted that dagger, I ended up giving up.


    It wasn’t worth that much money, really. But out of all the Alpha–infused weapons crafted by Master Serlin, this was the only one I didn’t have.


    The collection was iplete. Always a w.


    I had every intention of getting it tonight.


    And besides, it’s not like Leslie had any use for it.


    But if she wanted it, fine–let her have it.


    I was originally going to exin things to her and even offer to pay the two million for her. But when I heard her tell that Beta, “You’re the only one worthy of this dagger,” I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed out of the venue.


    She bought the weapon I’d been dying to own, then handed it over–to another man–right in front of


    everyone.


    “She’s humiliating us! She’s stomping our pride into the ground for all to see!”


    Lance roared inside me, full of rage and humiliation.


    This was her way of telling me-


    Me, and everything I took pride in–my collection, my legacy–meant absolutely nothing to her.


    Leslie’s POV


    Am and Carl walked in, one after the other.


    Am smiled. “Saw Kirby storming out just now. Did something happen?”


    Lorde blinked, confused. “No, no one came in…”


    I thought of the heavy footsteps I’d heard earlier and understood. Didn’t think much of it.


    Am came over and took my hand. “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”


    I nodded, said a quick goodbye to the others, and followed her out.


    “Kirby backing down for you? That’s unexpected.”


    I snorted. “You think he’d back down for anyone else? He was obviously just raising the price on purpose.”


    Am nodded knowingly.


    As we reached a quiet corner of the venue, we saw a group of actresses surrounding the Greyhound Pack leader’s daughter, ttering her with everything they had.


    They were smiling so hard it looked painful, terrified of saying the wrong thing.


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    Chapter 114 Spite and Ssh


    After all, one word from her could decide whether they stayed in the spotlight–or vanishedpletely.


    As Am and I approached, her gaze immediately locked onto mine, full of challenge.


    I straightened my back, knowing trouble wasing.


    And sure enough, she didn’t disappoint.


    “Miss Leslie, you really know how to spend big for a man,” she said with a smug, mocking tone. “How do you do it, though? Every guy around you seems to change every time.”


    She grinned like she’d just scored a win, like she was sure she’d embarrassed me,


    The others chuckled awkwardly, but no one dared join in.


    They knew exactly who I was–none of them were foolish enough to pick sides.


    I smiled faintly, keeping my tone light and easy.


    “Some of us are just born beautiful,” I said, letting my gaze rest on her face–on those surgically altered features, “But for someone like you, that’s a little out of reach.”


    I tilted my head slightly, like I genuinely felt sorry for her.


    No matter how much work she had done, you could still see every artificial line. What a waste.


    Her face twisted immediately. I’d clearly hit a nerve.


    “Leslie, don’t think I’m scared of you just because you’re Lycan King’s daughter!”


    She spat the words out through clenched teeth, her voice sharp and shrill. “You’re just a pretty face! If you weren’t, do you really think Kirby would’ve wanted you three years ago?”


    The moment she said his name, something twisted in my chest. My smile froze for a second.


    Mentioning him always shook me a little, but I refused to let her see it.


    Before I could say a word, Am beat me to it.


    “Vera, remember when you confessed to Kirby three years ago?” Am’s voice was cold as a de. “And when you got rejected, you ran off and got your face done. What–Kirby couldn’t stand looking at you?”


    Vera’s face flushed, turning red then white. She looked like she was going to explode.


    Her surgically widened eyes nearly bulged out. I almost thought they’d pop out of her skull.


    “You’re lying! You’re the ugly ones! Both of you!”


    She screeched, her hands trembling. She grabbed the nearest drink–bright and colorful–and hurled it straight at me.


    I’d been ready. The second I saw her move, I shifted sideways and yanked Am with me.


    The drink whooshed past, missing uspletely.


    But then—I heard a panicked voice behind me.


    Chapter 114 Spite and Ssh


    “Mr. Kirby! Are you all right? Should we get you a change of clothes?”


    It was Mch.


    I turned around and saw him scrambling toward someone whose suit had just been soaked-


    Judging by the look of it, that someone was Kirby.


    My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my face calm.


    What a coincidence.


    Looks like the drink still found the perfect target.


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