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**[Brother came to back up darling Izzy!]**
**[The evil villainess lives up to her name. How dare she hurt our precious female lead!]**
**[Whose fault is it that she wouldn’t give the job to the female lead? What right does a villainess have to work at such a good federal agency?]**
**[Didn’t the female lead herself grab the cat? Anyone who’s had a cat knows they get agitated easily…]**
**[It’s 2025 and people are still defending the villainess, seriously!]**
**[This damn cat dared to scratch our darling female lead! It should be put to death along with the villainess!!]**
**[If the female lead doesn’t know how to raise a cat, she shouldn’t have one.]**
I was subjected to a full–blown–verbal assault.
My face grew cold.
“And who are you to yell at me like that?” I shot back.
Ashton’s eyes widened, completely taken aback.
“How dare you speak to me like that? I’m your brother!” he said incredulously.
Hearing that, I chuckled.
“Just a minute ago I was an ‘outsider, and now I’m your ‘sister‘?”
So, these Sterling family members were all hypocrites.
They could dish it out, but no one else could.
Isabelle saw our exchange and clutched Ashton’s arm.
“Brother,” she said, feigning understanding, “you two are blological siblings. Please don’t let me cause a rift between you.”
“If Blair is still upset, then I’ll tell you-”
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3:42 PM PP.
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“Don’t tell me anything.”
I cut her off before she could finish.
I’d seen enough of her manipulative, sweet–faced act.
“Just pull the surveillance footage,” I stated directly.
“You injured a test subject of the institute. The federal government will prosecute you by law.”
As I spoke, I carefully soothed the agitated kitten.
I gently cooed to it as I placed it back in its carrier.
Isabelle’s eyes widened in alarm when she heard my words.
“This is my cat!” she cried.
I looked at her coldly.
“The moment you submitted it, it stopped belonging to you.”
People who had no love for animals.
Did not deserve to own them.
I took the Ragdoll cat back to the institute and instructed the caretaker to properly soothe it.
When I returned home, the night sky was already adorned with the moon.
As soon as I stepped into the yard, I sensed a tall shadow standing by the front door.
In the darkness, Silas’s silver–gray eyes were fixed on me.
I paused slightly.
I wasn’t even sure how long it had been since we last saw each other.
But now, he was like a lurking predator.
Unwavering, he locked onto his prey.
Ready to pounce the moment his target let down their guard.
Yet, when he saw me, his fluffy wolf tail began to wag gently.
Yknew this was a werewolf’s sign of truce.
Over the past six months, whenever Silas had made me angry, his wolf ears and tail would always appear.
His wolf ears would rub against my face, my hands.
And his tail, with its soft, comfortable fur, would wag wildly in front of me, tempting me to touch it.
But he could never wait that long.
So he’d always, little by little, wrap his tail around my waist.
Even now, I still had red marks on my waist.
They didn’t hurt unless I touched them.
If I did, they would burn hot.
A long time ago, I’d asked him what they were.
Back then, Silas had looked at me, his eyes deep and intense.
He placed his hand over the red marks on my waist.
I actually felt much better.
Then he’d whispered intimately by my ear:
“This means I’m yours.”
My thoughts returned to the present.
I strode past him, but my wrist was gently grasped.
Silas tilted his head, sniffing softly.
His brow furrowed slightly.
“You smell of another animal.”
A moment later, he seemed to catch another scent.
His eyes darkened.
His voice held a hint of ice:
“You saw Isabelle Sterling?”
