Chapter 348 The Golden Chrysanthemum
Leslie’s POV
When it came to Amelia, I couldn’t decide if she was more pitiful or detestable.
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A bastard daughter who schemed endlessly for status, yet couldn’t even keep herself safe.
She had tried to seduce Kirby, to stir trouble between Crimson Moon Pack and Rogue Pack, dragging Wave Pack’s reputation through the mud, only to be cast out by Charles in disgrace.
I’d even seen the video of her being beaten in the street by John’s mate, Leia–pathetic, like a mangy dog driven from home.
And yet, after all that, she still had the nerve to push Charlotte off a building?
Was she consumed by despair, or had she simply gone mad?
I shook my head, rising from the table. “I’m done. Heading back.”
Astrid arched a brow, teasing. “Oh? Leslie, what’s this? Did Amelia’s little stunt rattle you?”
I shot her a look, not bothering with an answer, and grabbed my coat.
Am called after me, “Don’t forget next week’s game!” I waved a hand without turning back.
By the time I left Rogue Pack’s headquarters, night had fully settled. I stepped through the ss doors, intent on hailing a car, only to halt at an unexpected sight.
Adler stood there. His navy suit gave him a calm, polished air, his expression easy andposed. In his hand he held a sleek, matching gift box.
I blinked, my pinewood pheromone stirring involuntarily. “Alpha Adler?”
He smiled and held out the box. “Eren asked me to bring you a gift. Please ept it.”
I epted it, and the image of little Eren’s bright, starry–eyed face popped into my mind. He usually insisted on handing over gifts himself, solemn and earnest, like it was a ritual.
So I asked, “Where’s Eren?”
Adler cleared his throat lightly. “He’s catching up on lessons. Couldn’t make it.” His tone was casual, but I raised a brow, suspicion pricking.
Don’t tell me this box holds… chrysanthemums?
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Chapter 348 The Golden Chrysanthemum
“Go on, open it,” Adler urged.
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I lifted the lid and my lips stiffened. Insidey a gold–ted chrysanthemum, gleaming,plete with a branded engraving at its base. Clearly custom–made.
Ostentatious, yet undeniably expensive. My pulse stuttered as I forced a smile. “This is… a bit much.”
Compared to the diamonds he’d given me before, this wasn’t even his most extravagant choice. But what child handed out jewels and gold like candy?
I was starting to feel overwhelmed.
Adler caught my dazed look and chuckled. “I know he picked this kind toote, but the shape’s decent. Take it home as a decoration, at least.”
He paused, then added with a teasing edge, “Better a golden chrysanthemum than the usual yellow–and–white kind, wouldn’t you say?”
Iughed despite myself, nodding. “Fair point.”
Still, in the back of my mind, Asphodel snorted. <i>Eren’s </i><i>taste </i><i>really </i>is <i>his </i><i>father’s </i><i>through </i><i>and </i><i>through</i>.
I turned back to Adler. “Actually, I prepared something for Eren too.”
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I called Liam, and minutester he wheeled out a box half as tall as me.
Patting it with satisfaction, I smiled. “For Eren.”
Adler frowned, guessing, “Lego?”
I shook papers.”
my head, smile deepening. “He’s studying neennguages, isn’t he? These are exam
Adler froze, then burst into heartyughter. “Leslie, that’s perfect! With these, he’ll have no choice but to study even harder!”
Inwardly, Asphodel was grinning wickedly. <i>If </i><i>Eren </i>ever learns the truth, he’ll bawl his eyes out.
I was about to say more when a familiar voice cut in from behind.
“And when did the two of you get so close?” Lars’s stern tone carried across the lobby.
I turned to see my father standing at the center of the hall, hismanding presence weighing down the very air.
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