Chapter 473: Stingy
Hayley’s POV:
“Sir, please have some dignity,” I said sharply, my voice tight with indignation. “I didn’t mean to create an issue; I just noted down a price casually. If it suits you, you’re welcome to it,” he replied, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, visible even under his mask. His subtle smirk irritated me. I remembered that I had written down a mere thousand dollars—a nominal sum—yet he hadn’t even bothered to bid higher. Did he really value a designer’s inspiration so little?
It struck me how those who could afford to be here were either wealthy or of high status, yet they often hesitated to open their wallets. I could not hold back my frustration and let out a scornful laugh. “Let me guess,” I mocked. “Here you are, dressed to the nines, looking every bit the affluent man, yet you throw around less than a thousand dollars with just a flick of your wrist?”
Daniel’s POV:
As the confrontation escalated, I couldn’t believe my ears—this Omega, bold and defiant, dared to challenge and even mock me. As the sole Alpha heir of the Snow Pack, such disrespect was unprecedented! Most Omegas I encountered were meek; however, this woman was an exception. Her eloquence, poise, and fiery spirit made her like a vibrant “little chili pepper,” sparking a curiosity I hadn’t felt in a long time.
In a rush of excitement, I reached out to pull off her mask, driven by a sudden urge to see the face behind such bold words. However, in an instant, before I could even touch the mask, a foot shot out from nowhere, sending me sprawling to the ground. Her mask came off in the chaos, and I scrambled to my feet, eager to catch a glimpse of her face. However, she had already turned away, and standing beside her was a man with a dark complexion and an intense, powerful presence that filled the air around him. His scent and aura were unmistakably Alpha—strong and commanding.
I felt a surge of tension and watched him warily, not daring to retaliate hastily. He fixed his sharp, wolf-like gaze on me, his voice low and threatening, “If you touch her again, it won’t be just a kick you’ll receive. Consider yourself lucky this time.” With that, he wrapped his arm protectively around her, and they turned to leave. A feeling deep inside told me there was more to them than met the eye. Who are they?
Hayley’s POV:
As we left the masked man behind, I suddenly remembered Benjamin was supposed to be at Midnight Pack around this time. I asked him, puzzled, “Why haven’t you left yet?” “I just had something to discuss with Tanner,” Benjamin replied as he opened the car door for me. “I’ll drive you back.” His expression remained grim the entire way, and I sensed he was still processing what had just happened.
“No need,” I said, pausing by the car, trying to break the ice with a light joke. I playfully teased, “As the Alpha of Midnight Pack, dealing with all those important affairs, and now here you are driving me around—I hope people don’t start thinking I’ve hired you as my personal chauffeur!” Benjamin remained serious and did not respond to my attempt at humor, making the atmosphere suddenly feel quite awkward. I fell silent, giving him space to talk.
After a long pause, his expression softened, and he shared, “The man who confronted you earlier was Daniel Ortega. We’ve had some disagreements over a business project. That guy can be unpredictable. Just be careful and try not to get involved with him.” I mused on how small the world seemed, where paths crossed and relationships intertwined in unexpected ways. “I understand,” I nodded, acknowledging his advice.
Once Benjamin had calmed down, I ventured another question, my curiosity piqued. “Have you heard of… someone named Freya Sander?”