?Chapter 773:


    I stopped and met his gaze, one brow arching in defiance. My voice turned even sharper. “What business is it of yours if someone did? Are you trying to track Jett through me? Don’t even think about it. It’ll never happen!”


    With that, I pushed past Bryan and stormed away, leaving him behind without a backward nce.


    Antoni’s POV:


    After enduring my punishment, I was escorted back to the Harrison estate by Leonardo’s men—bruised, battered, and under strict orders to remain confined to the estate for the next three months.


    For me, this was nothing short of a major humiliation. My anger surged uncontrobly, clouding all rational thought. As soon as I crossed through the threshold of the living room, I lost all restraint. Grabbing the nearest valuable vase, I threw it violently against the wall.


    Crash! Crack!


    The sound of breaking porcin and falling ornaments echoed through the hallway, but it did nothing to calm the boiling rage inside me.


    “Why! After everything I’ve done, why would those three princes still defend Makenna!” I shouted, my hands trembling, my frustration boiling over.


    Once I regained someposure, I called out into the corridor, “Someone,e!”


    A subordinate quickly arrived, his eyes wide with rm at the mess in the room. He bowed respectfully, his voice careful. “Mr. Harrison, what… what are your orders?”


    With a hoarse voice, I asked, “Has there been any word on Martin’s whereabouts?”


    The subordinate hesitated, then replied quietly, “Martin has disappeared, sir. It’s as though he’s vanished without a trace…”


    A frown formed on my face, my unease deepening. “Could it be that the princes were so enraged they killed him on the spot? No, that doesn’t make sense. If Martin were dead, there would at least be some evidence—a body, something. But there’s nothing.”


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    I took a deep breath to steady myself and then asked my subordinate, “What do you think of today’s events?” He lowered his head slightly, thinking for a moment before cautiously suggesting, “Could it be that the princes didn’t actually witness what happened in the warehouse?”


    “Impossible!” I replied without hesitation. “Our people were hiding in the shadows and saw the princes enter the warehouse with their own eyes.”


    I rubbed my chin thoughtfully and added, “ording to our insider at the pce, Makenna was supposed to be imprisoned by the princes after that day. I thought they would torture her, but surprisingly, they let her go.” A frown appeared on my face as I continued, “So, I spread rumors, hoping the king would punish Makenna for this. But…”


    Instead, all three princes defended her, as if they had nned it. “Is there something I’m missing here?”


    The subordinate cautiously suggested, “Could it be that the princes are so in love with Makenna that they can’t bring themselves to punish her?”


    “Love her deeply?”


    Iughed bitterly, as though the suggestion were ridiculous. “That’s impossible. No matter how much they im to love her, no man, especially a proud Lycan prince, would tolerate being humiliated in that way.”


    I fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then, after a long pause, I finally gave my order. “Have our people monitor Makenna and her associates. I want to know what’s really going on here.”


    “Yes, Mr. Harrison,” the subordinate nodded quickly before quietly leaving the room.


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