Chapter 13

Third Person's POV

Kelsey's face darkened as if struck by discomfort.

After a tense silence, he snatched up a pen. "Fine, don't say I didn't warn you!"

With that, he signed the resignation letter briskly.

He then said coldly, "The projects you've been handling will be taken over by Hattie. Ensure a smooth handover with her before you leave."

Hattie shot up from the sofa, her chin lifted in triumph.

Her gaze toward Patience was full of the pride of a victor.

She had always felt underpowered in the company and saw this as her moment to shine.

"Don't worry, I'll manage the projects just as well, if not better!" she assured with a thump on her chest.

In her eyes, whatever work Patience could do, she was sure she could do even better.

During the handover, Hattie scanned Patience's meticulously organized project files, her disdain plain. "I thought your job was complicated. Turns out it's laughably simple. No wonder Kelsey's disappointed in you—you've been coasting on your salary," she sneered.

Ignoring Hattie's barbs, Patience stayed focused, though the team bristled at the insults.

Simple?

Patience's project proposals involved highly specialized knowledge and were actually quite challenging.

Hattie's comments only revealed her ignorance of the drone project.

Could someone like her really be a supervisor?

But no one dared to say this out loud.

After all, Hattie was Kelsey's sister. Offending her was as good as waiting to be fired.

Hattie casually tossed aside one of Patience's proposals.

"I've seen enough. Clear out," she said, her voice laced with contempt. "And don't delude yourself about returning here—this isn't a recycling center for your failures."

The team's respect for Patience deepened at Hattie's foolishness.

"Don't worry. I won't be back," Patience replied coolly, her Alpha aura sharpening. "As for you, you're better suited for a recycling center."

Hattie's face twisted, her vanilla pheromones sharpening—she'd been labeled garbage.

She lashed out, her nails glinting faintly, but Patience caught her wrist effortlessly.

Her grip was steel-like, leaving a red mark—a display of power beyond an average werewolf's capability.

"Before, I tolerated you for Kelsey's sake," Patience said, her gaze icy. "Now, I owe you nothing."

Hattie yelped in pain, her pheromones in disarray. "Let go!" she screeched.

She could feel the strength in Patience's fingertips—a force no ordinary werewolf should possess, gripping her like iron pincers and making her bones tingle.

Patience released her. Hattie retreated, clutching her wrist, her anger stifled by Patience's intimidating eyes.

The cold aura in Patience's eyes sent a chill down Hattie's spine, silencing her completely.

Only when Patience vanished through the company doors did the oppressive atmosphere lift. Hattie, though trying to mask her fear, remained uneasy.

How could she have found Patience frightening just now?

She was just an ordinary werewolf. Even if she had a strange aura, she really wasn't that capable.

Hattie straightened her cuffs, but her vanilla pheromones still carried a lingering trace of disorder.

Patience's POV

A few days later, Yvette, upon learning of my resignation, expressed relief. "You should've quit sooner! You did all the heavy lifting while Kelsey took all the credit. Without you mentoring his team, his company would never have gone public so quickly!"

A faint smile crossed my lips.

Perhaps outsiders saw my contributions more clearly than I did.

Yvette leaned in eagerly. "So, what's next? You can't stay idle forever!"

"I haven't decided yet," I said, gazing out the window. "I might return to the Royal Legion. Life there was simple and pure."

"Life at the Royal Legion is too harsh," Yvette waved her hand dismissively.

She then suggested excitedly, "How about joining my company first? I've always wanted you on my team. It was you who insisted on supporting Kelsey's startup. Your drone research was groundbreaking—those projects you worked on are still industry benchmarks. If not for Kelsey, you'd likely be a top expert by now!"

I lowered my eyes, my fingers absently tracing the cup's rim.

Yvette spoke the truth—my college major had been in drones.

After Kelsey's company went public, I had planned to push drone development in the new smart logistics project. Alas, those plans now seemed out of reach.