?Chapter 783:


    The car hummed softly as it started, its rhythm oddly soothing to my turbulent thoughts. Atst, it rolled to a halt before the Harrison estate. The gate guard, recognizing me instantly, greeted me with the deference owed to a known figure. He utched the gates with deliberate care, granting me passage into the grand estate.


    Inside, a cacophony greeted my ears.


    Lounging on an opulent couch in the living room, Antoni appeared every bit the king of his domain.


    Draped over him like ivy on a trellis was a woman d in a gossamer-thin dress that left little to the imagination. Hernguid movements and soft gasps filled the air, a melody of temptation.


    Antoni’s hands roamed freely, his fingers tracing paths of indulgence over her bare skin, his grin a portrait of unabashed desire.


    The sight ignited a firestorm of envy within me, burning hotter with each passing second. That woman should be me!


    Gritting my teeth against the sharp pang of jealousy, I forced myself to suppress the tempest raging inside. Bowing slightly, I greeted him, my voice steady. “Sir, I’ve arrived.”


    Antoni barely acknowledged me, hiszy eyes lifting only slightly as he drawled, “What news have you brought?”


    I straightened instantly, my tone respectful but swift. “Makenna seems to have fallen out of favor with the three princes. However, the reasons remain unclear. What’s more, she now harbors a deep-seated hatred for them, a stark contrast to her earlier devotion.”


    Antoni’s lips curled into a knowing smile, one that sent shivers down my spine. “Just as I anticipated,” he murmured, his satisfaction barely veiled.


    Rising slightly, he turned his attention fully to me. His gaze, sharp as a de, probed for more answers. “And the princes? What is their stance on this?”


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    “Oddly enough, they still seem concerned about Makenna,” I replied, frowning. “It’s puzzling, sir. Are you certain they witnessed her intimacy with another man? They don’t seem angry at Makenna’s betrayal.”


    At my words, Antoni’s expression darkened like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. A curse escaped his lips, each word bitten off with venom. “Those princes! They are no men at all if they can stomach such humiliation!”


    His face, a canvas of shifting emotions, made me tread cautiously. “Sir, what should our next move be?” I asked, my voice measured.


    For a moment, he was silent, his thoughts clearly spiraling toward some sinister conclusion.


    Then, with a smirk that spoke of devilish intent, he turned to me.


    “Makenna has a friend—Alice. She’s known to be quite close to Bryan’s right-hand man. If we can’t unravel the mystery between Makenna and the princes, we’ll draw the thread from her friend instead.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Dominic guided me through his vi’s threshold.


    As soon as I entered, an overwhelming sense of anxiety consumed me, as though I were standing on the edge of a precipice. “Can you finally tell me more about the survivors of the white wolf n?” I asked, my voice betraying the impatience I could no longer suppress.


    Dominic, however, appeared unbothered, settling into the sofa with casual ease, his long legs elegantly crossed. His gaze, steady and unreadable, held mine without a flicker of emotion.


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