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Reston's financial investigation produced a name within two weeks of authorization, and the name was not one any of us had expected. The Covenant financial accounts had been designed by a woman named Petra Solano, a supernatural financial architect who had served the Covenant's treasury division for thirty years before the Montana assault. She had been on the coalition's original list of Covenant operatives to locate and question, had been marked as low priority because she held no combat or leadership role, and had quietly slipped through the gaps of a very large net.

What if we get busted? Wanda said: [Oh please, you’re just worrying too much. There can’t be such a coincidence... You don't have a crush on him, do you?] Sadie replied: [What? I'm the general manager of Wolfenden Corp. How is there any possibility I'd have a crush on a poor roughneck like him?] Holding her phone, Wanda edited her message several times before sending it. [You’re right! Tell me where he is. I'll punish him for having the guts to make my best friend angry!]

Now that her subordinate was in his hands, it was only a matter of time before they find out she was behind this. Wanda let out a heavy sigh, then pulled out her phone to book flight tickets so she could flee the country. When the landline on her desk rang, she trembled with fear as she answered the call. "Madam Tate, Elliot Foster from Sterling Group is here with a bunch of people… He said he wants to see you." The secretary gulped, then said, "Are you coming down, or should I send him up?" Wanda's teeth chattered as she struggled to answer, "Send security up to my office… Let him come up once security is here…"

What is she doing here? Wanda gave a small wave when she saw Dani peeking around the doorjamb through the screen door. Dani blew out a breath and tried to muster up a smile for her visitor as she made her way to greet Levi’s mom. She opened it slowly, glancing over Wanda’s shoulder to see if Levi was with her. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, honey,” Wanda said hesitantly. “I brought you some pie.” She smiled and held up her hands holding a round disc covered in aluminum foil.

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

Her gaze was calm and certain. "Don't worry," Wanda said quietly. "There will be plenty of people coming here in the future." "Yeah," Paisley replied, her pheromones perfectly steady. She knew some things just needed to be left to time. As Wanda left, she walked past Sandra with her back completely straight. But after taking a few steps toward the gates, she kept looking back, tears shimmering in her eyes. Her wolf let out a silent, sorrowful whine, as if bidding farewell to an unexpected but unforgettable chapter of her life.

Alice took a drag of her cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke, her eyes filled with increasing mockery. Wanda? What right did that useless-less girl have to compete with her?! She was the woman Owen was maintaining, possibly even marrying into the Sacco family and becoming the rightful second wife. She was the lady boss of White Birch Entertainment Group! With her means, destroying Wanda's concert would be a piece of cake. "30 minutes is more than enough."

Valerie: I frowned as the pilot walked out of the cockpit again, calling for Dante. He shook his head in question, knowing that there was no point in actually him saying anything inside that room alone. All the wolves could hear him anyway, and if it was about me, he knew that being a huntress, though not as strong as theirs, my hearing was sensitive enough to pick up what they said inside that room. “We were given permission to land,” he said, and Dante raised an eyebrow just as Alessandro’s phone rang. “Cartel Donatello delivers his salutations to Mr. Alessandro.”