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“Mom!” Wanda looked up, puzzled why her mother would undermine them–of course they should deny
Madison, seeing her daughter’s blank stare, sighed inwardly, “Fool! The ledger was taken from the jewelry store–there must be witnesses. A handwriting comparison with Johnson would reveal the truth. How could she claim it’s fake?”
She snapped, “Wanda, how do you manage your staff? Never visit the store? Not even aware of being deceived? How can you face Priscilla?”
Wanda finally caught on, anger flaring, “Johnson dare cheat me? How dare he! I’ll summon him right now!”
She signaled to the steward, who started to leave, but Adelaide coolly said, “No need. I’ve detained that deceitful Johnson at the Blackthorn Pack. Once you confirm you were also duped, I’ll have him bound and sent to the judiciary.”
Adelaide sipped her coffee, smiling faintly, “I’m a decisive person. The ledger is here. Call your accountants now, as many as you like. If you’re short on staff, I’ll send for some from the Glenveil Pack. We’ll work through the night and have results by morning.”
“No accountants from the Glenveil Pack!”
Wanda shot up, her face pale.
Rowena and Winslow already held grudges against her. If they learned of this, who knew how they’d belittle her–she was sick of Rowena’s disdain.
Madison’s gaze turned icy. “So you keep addressing me but don’t trust me? ”
Adelaide chuckled lightly, “On the contrary, it’s because I trust you that I’ve brought the ledger for reconciliation. If I didn’t, the ledger and Johnson would already be at the judiciary.”
Madison slammed her coffee cup down, “Years of accounts can’t be verified in a day.”
Adelaide’s ey es curved into a smile, “Your financial teams at the manor and the Golden Jewelry Store aren’t small. If that’s not enough, accountants from the Frostfang and Blackthorn Packs can assist .”
“In the end, you just don’t trust me!” Madison sneered, her eyes blazing with anger.
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Adelaide replied calmly, “Why don’t you review the total accounts we’ve prepared fro Pack first? If you and Wanda trust me, there’s no need for verification–just split the profits as I’ve calculated.”
She leisurely stroked the embroidery on her skirt, her smile reaching her eyes, “Or is it that you don’t trust me, Madison?”
Madison’s expression darkened–this wasn’t about trust.
She knew the jewelry store’s profits matched the ledger’s figures .
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They weren’t here to reconcile accounts but to demand money.
“It’s late. We’ll continue tomorrow. Leave the ledger here, Madison declared, waving for the boxes to be moved to storage.
Guards moved to lift the boxes.
Priscilla, forgetting Adelaide’s caution, shrilly protested, “You can’t take them!”
Once the boxes were moved, they might never be returned–Madison was clearly trying to dodge
payment.
But the guards had already begun lifting them.
Suddenly, a red whip lashed out, striking the box with a sharp crack. The guard jerked his hand back in fright.
Adelaide’s expression hardened, “Fine. If you won’t verify the accounts, we’ll take the boxes back to the Blackthorn Pack for an audit. If they refuse, they’ll go straight to the judiciary.”
Her omega servants moved to lift the boxes but were shoved to the ground by Madison’s guards.
Ordinary omegas were no match for wolf guards.
Priscilla, panicked, turned to Madison, who was sipping coffee with a smug smile.
Wanting to cause a scene in her manor?
Madison had five hundred wolf guards at her beck and call.
Once the ledger was brought in, it wasn’t leaving.
In an instant, over ten men charged in, seizing the boxes under Madison’s command.
Priscilla, frantic, shouted, “Madison, what are you doing? The ledger is correct! Why hide it?”
Madison, examining her nails, glanced at Priscilla indifferently, “How do I know you haven’t tampered with it?”
“Then verify the accounts together! That would prove if there’s tampering,” Priscilla reasoned.
“Humph!” Madison sneered, “No need Since you’ve already checked it, it’s our turn now.”
Wanda barked, “What are you waiting for? Move those boxes ! ”
Adelaide’s wolf claws extended three inches on her whip handle, silver–blue blood beads dripping from her hardened nails- the Alpha’s battle mark of the Frostfang Pack.
The coffee cup she hurled, carrying cedar pheromones, struck a wolf guard’s forehead. His neck gland suddenly reeked of sour sulfur–a low–ranking wolf’s instinctive response to bloodline suppression.
The whip sliced through the air, its cold cedar pressure sweeping over a dozen warriors.
Their wolf fur bristled beneath armor, pupils shrinking in terror.
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The whip’s trail carried a rust–like scent.
“Adelaide! How dare you attack in my manor?”
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Madison’s white musk pheromones exploded like ice shards. Her Moon Goddess mark scorched hot at the nape of her neck.
Wanda’s mint pheromones spiraled into chaos. Her wolf ears drooped in panic, hardened nails scratching five white lines into her skirt.
Adelaide deliberately unleashed Alpha aura. “I brought Priscilla to reconcile accounts, without a single wolf guard.”
Her pupils slit into dark gold in the moonlight, the battle scars on her shoulder plates flickering with each breath. “You summon wolf warriors–do you want the nobility to scent bloodshed?”
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