Chapter 124 The Fall of Vera Greyhound


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    I was sure I had pierced Leslie’s fa?ade–this time, let’s see her keep pretending to be above it all. I waited, itching to see her explode in shame and anger.


    But Leslie didn’t even flinch.


    Instead, she let out a mocking little smile.


    She lifted her eyes and met mine, her voice cold and detached. “Miss Vera, there’s a basic fact you should know–it wasn’t them who kicked me out. I was the one who dumped Kirby. And for the record… I’ve never debased myself with stic surgery just <i>to </i>win over a man. On that point, I’m afraid I can’tpare to you.”


    With that, she gave a slight smirk, turned on her heel, and walked off in her heels with unbothered grace.


    She didn’t spare me a second nce.


    It took me a moment to register it–Leslie had insulted me.


    Right to my face. On my turf!


    Fury rushed to my head. I started shaking with rage.


    How dare Leslie humiliate me here!


    I couldn’t think straight–I charged after her, ready to put that arrogant bitch in her ce.


    She was waiting calmly by the elevator.


    The doors slid open with a soft ding-


    And just as I caught up, I grabbed her arm and raised my hand, ready to strike.


    “Leslie, go to hell-!”


    But before my hand could fall, a footshed out from inside the elevator- and mmed straight into my chest.


    “Agh–1”


    I screamed, crashing to the floor and rolling in pain. I looked up in shock, blood draining from my face.


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    “Kirby…”


    I stared in disbelief.


    Kirby had kicked me? For Leslie?


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    He stood cold and impassive, eyes sweeping over me with open disdain–not a hint of guilt or hesitation in his expression.


    My lip trembled. I clenched my jaw against the sting of betrayal.


    Before I could even gather my thoughts, another figure rushed over.


    <i>SLAP- </i>


    A hand struck me across the face with brutal force.


    “You idiot!” a familiar voice roared. “How many damn times have I told you–stop causing trouble! Do you want to drag this entire family down?!”


    It was my father, Will Greyhound.


    His face was twisted with fury. He turned sharply, bowing toward Leslie with exaggerated humility.


    “Your Highness Leslie, are you alright? I sincerely apologize. It’s my fault I didn’t discipline her properly. I promise I’ll deal with her when we return. Please forgive us for the disturbance.”


    Leslie gave <i>a </i>faint smile, gaze sweeping dismissively over my pathetic figure on the floor.


    “Well, since you’re here,” she said coolly, “why don’t you bring Miss Vera along to the shareholders‘ meeting?”


    There was no room to say no.


    Father paused for a moment, then bent at the waist and nodded.


    “Yes, of course. Please–this way,”


    Kirby hadn’t said a word–but he followed Leslie into the elevator all the same.


    Just before the doors closed, Leslie turned to him, calm andposed.


    “Mr. Kirby. Are you here on business?”


    Kirby’s eyes roamed over her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.


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    “Something like that,” he said lightly. “Someone contacted me yesterday about buying my ten percent stake in Greyhound Entertainment. I’m here to finalize the sale.”


    Leslie blinked, then gave him a long, searching look without a word. She stepped into the elevator.


    My father respectfully stepped forward to press the elevator button for Kirby, then stood back, waiting for the next one like a servant.


    And me? Iy limp on the floor, watching all of this unfold, feeling as though the strength had been drained from my body.


    Terror crept into my chest.


    My father shot me a re full of fury and disappointment, his voice a seething hiss.


    “Do you even think before you open your mouth? You really have the nerve to pick fights with anyone? Why didn’t you die in your mother’s womb?!”


    I grabbed his arm in panic, desperate now. “Dad, why are you so scared of her? Leslie’s nothing! She’s no one!”


    Father wrenched his arm away and yanked me up by force.


    “You listen to me. Leslie is the future Queen of the Rogue Pack. If she so much as snaps her fingers, she can wipe our Pack off the face of the continent. You’d better behave. One more slip- up–just one more—and I’ll dump you at the bordends without a single credit to your name. You can rot out there for all I care!”


    I shuddered all over, my face drained of color.


    A bone–deep chill settled into me, icy and unshakable.


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