All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Wolf Hunter Mustn't Know My True Form: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Prison? Pft—”Ronan grinned broadly.The man leaned back against the back of his leather chair, staring at the dozens of pairs of eyes in front of him as if they were a group of circus clowns trying their best to be funny.“So it turns out the board of directors is deeply interested in my sex life.” His grin widened. “Is it really that fascinating?”“Mr. Bachnault, this is a serious matter,” a middle-aged man seated near the head of the table replied flatly, struggling to maintain his dignity.He adjusted his gold glasses before continuing. “If the public finds out, our company’s stock and reputation will suffer. Add to that the recent employee pay issue; we can’t afford any more damage.”Several people on the right side of the table nodded in unison, murmuring in agreement that sounded like a sad chorus.Ronan let out a short laugh. His chuckle was dry yet sharp, echoing off the silent ceiling. "Our company? Hey... my great grandfather would laugh in his grave if he heard that. This

The screech of tires echoed loudly as Ronan brought the car to an abrupt stop. He stepped out and slammed the door shut.When the woman said he had to go to her house, but then sent a link to a location that was clearly not her home address, Ronan's chest rumbled even more.At the edge of the cracked asphalt road, surrounded by chest-high weeds, stood a woman wearing jeans and an oversized hoodie. The woman waved from a distance, her face pale and strained. "Here!"Ronan frowned. This is clearly not the house where the woman lives, who is none other than Silas' wife, Gaby. This place looked more like an abandoned vehicle scrapyard."Where is she?"His eyes demanded an absolute answer, accompanied by a heavy, hunting sigh.Gaby trembled, squeezing the sleeves of her overlong hoodie. "Bachnault... I... I'm sorry. I really didn't know that Silas would be this reckless—""Don't apologize," snapped Ronan coldly. "Where is she?"Gaby swallowed forcefully, then motioned for him to follow her

Pure fear struck Ronan's consciousness. The man shouted Alice's name loudly right next to his ear, patting his cold cheek with his blood-soaked palm."Wake up! Don't you dare close your eyes on me! Hey!"At that moment, hurried footsteps suddenly rushed into the room, transforming the pitch-black space as it was brightly illuminated by tactical flashlights. Several paramedics in emergency medical uniforms burst through the iron doors, carrying a folding stretcher and a portable pacemaker.Albus followed right behind them, his face pale and entirely bloodless."Sir!" He rushed toward Ronan, but his steps faltered, his heart sinking into his stomach. "Miss... Alice..."Ronan didn't lift his head. He refused to let go. He kept his arms around Alice, burying her pale face in the crook of his neck, pressing her wet, blood-scented hair to his chest.In a low, trembling voice, a voice so small it was barely audible over the hissing underground air and the chaos of the paramedics, he issued h

I held my breath. Damn, this kid is completely insane. He's really going with the amnesia acting route? Beside the bed, Ronan's movements came to a complete halt. The man wasn't surprised, nor did he look sympathetic. He slowly turned around, staring straight at Edgar with darkened eyes. His thick eyebrows knitted sharply, forming a deep crease on his forehead."Memory loss?" Ronan muttered softly.He narrowed his eyes, averting his gaze from Edgar to stare directly at me. The corners of his lips curled upward into a cold, sinister smile. "This scenario... somehow feels very familiar."I nearly ground my teeth to pieces watching Edgar maintain such a blank, innocent expression in front of Ronan. Memory loss? What a brilliant idea, you idiot. Or is this just a sibling trait? Why is his mental circuitry so fuckin similar to mine?That was… slighlty insulting.Seriously, what is going through this kid's head? Didn't I just tell him I'd find a window for him to escape? If Ronan digs into

The fluorescent lights in the ceiling of the interrogation room hummed low, casting a blinding, sterile white light. Across the cold metal table, a detective tossed a stack of photographs with a loud smack."You know, Mr. Bachnault," the detective began, a crooked smile etched across his tired, lined face. "I've always heard rumors that billionaires have some... eccentric hobbies. But your tastes are truly on a different level."One by one, the photographs were displayed before Ronan. The first shot, taken from grainy CCTV footage, showed Ronan naked, biting and clawing at his own bodyguard in the mansion grounds like a wild animal. The second showed him emerging from a dark, empty house, carrying a woman's body and dragging a battered boy.And the final shot, a long shot, showed Ronan holding the barrel of a high-caliber rifle.Ronan didn't even blink. He leaned back in his metal chair in a relaxed posture, staring at the series of photos as if the detective in front of him had just