Chapter 299 Broken Stage Lights


    <b>Kirby’s </b>POV


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    The vast conference room was empty but for n and me. Only the faint trace of Leslie’s cedarwood scent lingered in the air.


    I sat in my wheelchair, staring at the Moon Goddess Relic project files spread across the table.


    n leaned back in his chair, smirking with a touch of mockery. “Kirby, I thought your little journey with Leslie was going well. Seems like you’ve hit a snag.”


    I cut him a cold nce, my voice t and sharp. “Too much curiosity will kill you.”


    The remark caught him, but he didn’t take offense. He rose with a softugh, clicking his tongue. “So tell me, do you think Leslie kept that new assistant close on purpose, or by ident?”


    His tone was light, deliberately prodding at my sore spot.


    A sharp ache twisted in my


    chest.


    Leslie’s motives–I wanted to know them more than anyone.


    But my expression stayed still. I looked up with ice in my voice. “Ask her yourself.”


    n shrugged, smile unfaltering, as if he’d expected no more from me.


    He pushed his chair back and left, the door shutting softly behind him.


    I gripped my cane and forced myself up, my limp dragging me toward the elevator, cold air clinging to me like armor.


    At the doors stood Amelia. The moment she spotted me, she rushed forward to press the button. “Kirby…”


    Her voice was soft, careful, pleading for attention.


    I said nothing, letting my gaze sweep past her with indifference.


    The elevator opened–empty.


    “When is Leslieing out?” My tone was even, as if addressing a nameless subordinate.


    Amelia’s face faltered, She pointed toward the opposite office. “She’s inside with Cameron. I don’t know what they’re doing.”


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    Her voice dipped, as though hiding something.


    I didn’t look at her again, simply hobbled across to the office doors and waited there.


    Lance rumbled low inside me. “That Omega’s trying to stir trouble.”


    A cold smile tugged at my lips. A Wave Pack Omega–her ambition was showing.


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    Momentster, Amelia approached with a cup of coffee, offering it with a cautious smile. “Kirby, it’s my first time at a theater premiere. Anything I should know?”


    Her tone was syrupy, reaching.


    My brows tightened, eyes like ice. “You’re not my


    assistant.”


    My voice dropped, Alpha authority sharpening each word, a reminder she’d best not mistake her ce.


    Her smile faltered, embarrassment shing in her eyes, though she still whispered, “I only


    meant to-”


    “You don’t need to.” I cut her off, voice cold and final.


    What use did Leslie’s assistant have preparing for a theater night?


    I turned away, leaning against the wall, gaze locked on the office door, waiting for Leslie to


    appear.


    Leslie’s POV


    The grand theater stood against Central City’srgest artificialke, the square before it packed with people.


    I held front–row tickets as Shane opened the car door for me,


    Tonight, I’d chosen a conservative light–colored gown,


    It had been collected by Liam from the design house, passed to me by Amelia, wrapped like a piece of art.


    Outside, reporters and fans swarmed, cameras shing like a tidal wave.


    Carl’s fame as a leading actor was no exaggeration.


    The moment I stepped down the stairs, there was a sharp snap–the heel of my shoe broke


    clean off.


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    I cursed under my breath and quickly retreated back into the car.


    Shane leaned in. “What happened?”


    “The heel broke. Get me a new pair,” I said tly, masking my irritation.


    His eyes widened, hesitation written across his face.


    Amelia piped up at once, her voice soft. “I have a spare pair. The size should be close. Would you like to try them, Leslie?”


    She offered them with a careful smile, eager and obliging.


    I studied her briefly. Asphodel’sugh echoed dark inside me. “She knows how to seize a moment.”


    I nodded. “Fine. Thank you.”


    There was no other choice. Waiting for new shoes would mean missing the opening.


    The spares weren’t luxury, but decent enough. New leather glimmered faintly under the lights.


    I stepped out again, this time into the downpour of camera shes–brighter than any starlet’s red carpet.


    I smiled gracefully, every step poised, the noble aura of Rogue Pack royalty silencing the crowd for <i>a </i>heartbeat.


    Halfway across, disaster struck again. Theces of the shoes snapped loose, pping against the ground.


    As I bent instinctively to fix them, a sudden chill raced up my spine–the zipper of my dress hade undone, the night air seeping in.


    I froze. A thousand thoughts streaked through my head.


    Asphodel growled. “Those shoes, that gown–too neat to be coincidence.”


    My eyes flicked briefly toward Amelia. She stood not far away, still smiling sweetly, her faceposed.


    I clenched my jaw, steeling myself for the wave of ridicule that woulde when the cameras caught this.


    But before I could rise, a tall shadow moved in front of me.


    A ck suit jacket draped over my shoulders, warm sandalwood scent wrapping around me.


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    Startled, I looked up.


    Adler.