Semua Bab Rejected, But Trapped By The Alpha King: Bab 501 - Bab 502

As Luana's fingertips touched the villa's ornate iron gate, a sharp crack of shattering porcelain echoed from the living room.The moment she pushed the door open, a wave of air carrying the pungent smells of whisky and gunpowder rushed out. Beneath the crystal chandelier, an expensive Persian carpet was stained with red wine, and a shattered antique vase leaned against the wall, its fragments glinting like scattered moonlight on the floor.The maids, once elegantly moving through the house, now huddled in the corners like frightened quails, their trembling shoulders and pale faces telling the story of what had just transpired.The instigator, Dorian Lamont, lay sprawled in a beige leather sofa, his black suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, revealing a meticulously pressed shirt underneath.His slender fingers played with a gleaming fruit knife, the tip tapping against a whisky glass in a grating "ding-dong" rhythm that echoed through the silent