Semua Bab Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Bab 61 - Bab 69

"Yes," I answered as quietly as I could, resisting the urge to crush that bastard’s face. “I think… I saw him that night. Before you guys arrived.”Ronan snorted harshly. “Your memory’s sharp. He was the bastard who died that night. That old man always did things his own way. That’s why he got himself caught and ended up dying a stupid death.”I tilted my head slightly to glance at Ronan's profile. "Are... you familiar with this man, Mister?"Ronan clicked his tongue in displeasure, his fingers tapping the edge of the book. "I wouldn't want to be close to the Ghalow gang."I nodded slowly, agreeing with his tone. "Of course. Just from the photo, this man looks insane." I paused for a moment, racking my brain. "By the way, Mister... do you also have a hobby of filming wolf torture like Gary does?"A chill suddenly radiated from his body. He gripped my waist. "Did Gary show you such disgusting footage?"I nodded slowly."Gary's gang is indeed notorious for recording their catch. What a

I really should send a fruit basket or something to the Moon Goddess as a token of gratitude for creating this incredibly toxic boss-employee dynamic between Ronan and Chris.Ronan is the type of tyrannical boss who treats his secretary like a jack-of-all-trades with no human rights, while Chris is the exemplary corporate slave who jumps up at lightning speed every time Ronan clears his throat.The beautiful consequence? The seat next to me is more often empty than occupied.Every time Chris's footsteps disappear to cater to Ronan's endless demands, my fingers immediately dance across the keyboard. The computer screen, which had been displaying the bombastic crying scene of a ridiculous web drama actress, vanishes with a single tactical click, replaced by a map of the city.The main reason I've suddenly transformed into a diligent intern and followed Ronan to the office today is this bastard, Thomas Sebdall. Based on the address recorded in Ronan's black book, Thomas's residence is lo

I felt like swallowing my own tongue right then and there.Ronan's thumb was still casually resting on my pulse point, and I didn't need a medical degree to know that this man could definitely feel my heartbeat suddenly racing like a metal drumbeat.Damn, damn, damn. I thought I wasn't doing anything suspicious in front of him? Was my acting sloppy? Or was there some goddamn security camera actually recording my hairy form strangling Thomas Sebdall?!Inside my head, I was slapping myself back and forth to stay sane. If I pulled away or acted defensively, this damn detective in front of me would handcuff me instantly with his suspicions. So, instead of backing down, I swallowed hard and forced a faint smile that looked shaky in the dim cabin lights. "What are you thinking, Mister?" I squeaked as quietly as I could.Ronan studied my face for two full seconds that felt like two centuries, before he finally slowly pulled his head back. The heat that had been surrounding me lifted slight

The thought of that possibility suddenly made me feel cold all over, as if a chunk of ice had been shoved into my spine. My feet rooted themselves to the thick carpet."That... can't be, right?"Even as I thought it, it still felt like something was lodged in my throat.I swallowed hard, staring at the tightly closed bathroom door. The sound of running water from inside felt almost like a mockery. I desperately tried to push the thought away.This was crazy.We had just entered the so-called honeymoon phase. Just last night, he'd clung to me like a blood-starved leech, nuzzling my neck in the car and locking me in his room. Could his attraction really have the lifespan of a fruit fly?But... Ronan was a cold-blooded tycoon. And a hunter. Sudden boredom wasn't unusual for a man like him, was it?At least that's what I'd learned from observing the behavior of other tycoons.Haa, my chest hurt just thinking about it. Wait… did I just… feel disappointed? Why?My fists clenched so tightly

My eyes narrowed, quickly scanning my surroundings, peering over Silas's shoulder. There was no one there. No mansion servants dusting, no guards, and no Albus, who usually always lingered to "keep me company."I was alone with him in this greenhouse.I tightened my grip on the handle of the water jug, assessing how much damage I could do if this metal object landed on the bridge of his nose."Hi. What exactly are you trying to do to me today, Silas? Aren't you afraid of Mister's warning from back then?"He snorted, then burst out in a loud laugh that echoed through the glass-walled room. His laughter seemed to chip away at my patience layer by layer."You really think you have Ronan wrapped around your little finger, huh, Alice?" He stopped laughing and leaned forward, contempt glinting in his eyes. "Just so you know... he's the one who told me you were here alone."What?My heart dropped straight into my stomach. My grip on the watering can weakened instantly.Silas grinned widely,