Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 52

I stand there, stark still for several seconds and then I start to laugh. That’s what this is about!? Evelyn?

“I have nothing to do with my half-sister. I’m rogue, remember? If you have a problem with Evelyn, take

it up with her… I still need to work, so if you could excuse me."

Annabelle replies angrily, "If it weren't for you, why would the projection ads of Sean proposing to Lily

have been taken down? You killed Alpha Reed’s fiancée and he's taking it out on Sean and Lily’s

packs, and yet you're just fine, casually sweeping the streets here."

Grace was stunned. The thought had not occurred to her that it had been done by Alpha Reed.

Alpha Reed...as a matter of fact, it was also because of him that she was able to escape from Greg the

last time.

The Reed Pack is the most powerful and the wealthiest in this entire region. They could have whatever

they wanted. Do whatever they wanted.

I found this out the hard way.

In the beginning, when Sean was rushing to break up with me, not a single lawyer in the city was willing

to handle my case—not human or wolf.

Wasn’t that also because of Alpha Reed?

All the pain I suffered in prison was ignored by the prison guards, wasn't that also because of him?

Because the person I killed was his fiancée.

There was even a time during my imprisonment when I’d nearly been drowned in the bathroom sink. I

can still recall almost suffocating and the fear of death enveloping me—much as it did with Gregory at

that awful reunion party.

And the reason behind her treatment in jail was just because someone had heard that the Reed Pack

had given orders to punish her there. Those who wanted to curry favor with the Reeds had hastened to

stomp on her several more times, torturing her.

I continue to sweep, as if I can metaphorically sweep all these emotions and problems away.

Annabelle snarls and rushes forward to slap me.

Lily stops her.

“Lily!” Annabelle screams. “Grace has no respect for anyone, I want to teach her a lesson!" Annabelle

jerks her hand free.

“Why bother?" One corner of Lily's lips suddenly tugs up. "One of my rings has gone missing. I'm not

sure if it fell around here and then got swept up like rubbish. It seems like I'll have to trouble the

employees of the Sanitation Service Center to help me look for it."

Annabelle is stunned but she immediately snaps out of it. She also smiles and says, "Yeah, they do

need to look for it properly. Your ring isn't cheap. They will have to go through all of the garbage in this All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

dumpster lest they miss it."

As Annabelle speaks, she turns toward me. "Since you were sweeping here just now, you must know

where it is. You've probably already swept the ring into the garbage bin, so hurry now and look through

the bin to find it."

I freeze.

What kind of game is this now?

"What are you looking at? Go and find it! If you can't find it, it means that you must have stolen it!"

Annabelle responds maliciously.

Claire, who was sweeping across the street, notices the commotion and walks over to ask what has

happened. I’m thankful for her presence. Though human, Claire is a good buffer and will remind

Annabelle and Lily that they can’t just abuse or attack me.

At least not here.

Lily has her phone out. She’s smiling. When her call is answered, she requests to speak to my boss’s

boss.

Politics.

Lily puts on a tearful charade about losing her ring and how it must be around here and how could one

of their workers have not noticed it. And, worse, if they had—although what she’s really implying is if I

had—then I’ve either purposely swept it away or I intend to keep it for myself.

It is a very heavy accusation.

Even without my wolf’s heightened senses, I can hear the Director yelling that ‘the ring will be found,

and whoever is responsible will be held accountable.’

Panic makes me want to run.

This is no game.

If Lily follows through with this facade then I can wind up back in prison.

If she accuses me of stealing her jewelry, I’ll definitely go back to jail for breaching my parole and such

a thing would be hideous, because I’d definitely have to serve hard time if I’m imprisoned again.

“You must find the ring!” Lily cries.

The Director promises again that he will.

“Oh, thank you, Director.” Lily holds a hand to her heart. “I would be gutted if we didn’t find it!”

It’s a pathetic performance.

Lily nods appreciatively. "We'll wait in the car. If you find the ring, inform us," Lily orders.