Chapter 318 A Brewing Storm
Third–<b>Person </b>POV
The tides online turned with startling speed.
Michael had the official ount release a crisp statement:
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Carl was a newly signed artist under Aurora Entertainment, preparing to debut through a talent show in the northern continent. Leslie, one of the investors, had only met him by coincidence.
A few lines were enough to cut Leslie clean out of the narrative.
Besides, plenty of others had been present that night–no need for further exnation.
Gradually, the frenzy shifted. The talk of “substitutes” lost its heat. Crimson Moon Pack remained utterly silent, and without their response, the spection lost its teeth.
Attention pivoted instead. Now people mocked the entertainment industry itself, ridiculingpanies for exploiting gossip.
All for money.
What no one knew was that Aurora Entertainment was controlled by Rogue Pack. And Michael, sitting in his office with his teeth aching from the noise, couldn’t care less–let them curse. He was pocketing every coin.
Leslie, meanwhile, never addressed the scandal at all, as if it were nothing but a passing ripple beneath her notice.
The conversation was on its way to fading when, by evening, it red back to life.
The reason: Kirby had crushed Landslide Pack.
Two incidents on the same day were too tempting to separate.
Digging deeper, people discovered Anderson’s ount–the very one that had posted photos and tried to clear Kirby’s name.
Spection erupted, but it was meaningless. In the northern continent, Crimson Moon Pack didn’t need excuses to devour a smaller pack.
Still, many thought Kirby’s retribution too ruthless, too absolute.
Over a single photo, Anderson’s pack had been reduced to nothing.
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<b>Yet </b>no one dared oppose him. This was a warning, and everyone understood it.
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The storm slowly ebbed. Carl’s name, however, remained. His introduction had been tainted, but that uncanny face–sharp andmanding–drew plenty of admirers.
Michael exploited it to the fullest. Appearance after appearance, livestreams filling his hours, no gap left unmized.
Kirby’s POV
The air in Apex Industries‘ conference room was thick, charged with something just shy of hostility.
I sat at the head of the long table, mint pheromones simmering beneath my skin, threatening to spill into the room.
Lance prowled inside me, his growl low and venomous. <i>This </i><i>stench </i><i>disgusts </i><i>me</i><i>, </i>Kirby. <i>Especially </i><i>that </i><i>sandalwood </i><i>reek</i><i>–</i><i>Adler’s </i><i>scent</i><i>. </i><i>Tear </i><i>him </i><i>apart</i>.
My jaw tightened. I forced down the wolf’s fury and let my eyes sweep across the room.
n had arrived already, flipping casually through documents, that habitual gleam of gossip in his expression.
Across from me, Adler lounged with infuriating elegance, as though every breath was meant to contradict me.
Then the door opened.
Leslie stepped in.
The faint resin of her pine pheromones pricked against me, sharp needles digging straight into my chest.
My gaze snapped to her before I could stop myself.
Lance roared in my head. <i>She’s </i><i>yours</i>, <i>Kirby</i><i>! </i><i>Don’t </i><i>let </i><i>that </i><i>old </i><i>fox </i><i>near </i><i>her</i><i>! </i>
I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to remain still, to appearposed.
Her
eyes, cool and detached, flicked over me, flicked over Adler. No ripple of emotion, no sign that the world had burned with talk of “substitutes.”
Was she truly untouched–or only pretending?
Without hesitation, she moved to the seat beside Adler, not sparing me so much as <b>a </b>nce.
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My chest dropped like stone.
Lance howled. <i>She </i><i>chose </i><i>him</i>?! <i>And </i><i>you’re </i><i>still </i><i>sitting </i><i>here</i><i>?! </i>
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