Chapter 803 Sorry For Stealing Your Spotlight
Hayley’s POV:
“He’s got to be joking. Ten percent of the shares? That’s worth at least ten billion dollars! And he’s just giving it away like that?”
“That’s Truman for you. He’s always doing the unexpected!”
“Wait, that’s not the point! Did you hear what he said? He mentioned that he came here to ask one of the Sanders daughters to become his Luna, but he didn’t say whether it was Freya or Michelle!”
“I don’t think he was talking about the younger daughter, Michelle. She’s just an Omega, and doesn’t she already have a fiancé? Her fiancé is the Alpha of the Midnight Pack, Benjamin!”
As I listened to their chatter, I narrowed my eyes and gave Truman a hard, assessing look. What the hell was this jerk doing? Did he even understand the consequences of what he was doing?
I was still trying to figure out his motive when another round of murmurs swept through the crowd.
“Wait a minute, isn’t Freya engaged too? Her fiancé is that brat, Daniel Ortega!”
“Shh! Don’t bring that up. Haven’t you heard? Daniel’s dead! No one knows how it happened. First, he lost his wolf, then his car went off a cliff. His body was never found. It happened just a couple of days ago!”
“What? Oh my god, that’s tragic.”
“What’s so tragic about it? That guy did plenty of shady things. Frankly, he got what he deserved. If anything, it’s good for Freya. Now she doesn’t have to marry that scumbag…”
The news caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected that after taking the fall for so many of Freya’s dirty deeds, Daniel would end up like this. Freya really was cold-blooded and ruthless.
Still, even if he were alive, I would’ve made sure to settle the score with both him and Freya soon enough!
While I was lost in thought, Alan—who had been silent this whole time—finally responded to Truman. He hesitated slightly before saying, “Mr. White, to be honest with you, my eldest daughter’s mate just passed away recently. I’m afraid she might not be ready to accept a new relationship so soon…”
“No,” Freya strode over, trying to stay composed, though her face betrayed her excitement. “Dad, I’m willing. I’m willing to become Mr. White’s Luna.”
“Freya!” Alan shot her a sharp look, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.
I knew what Alan was worried about. He was worried that agreeing to a new proposal right after her fiancé’s death would make her seem like a heartless, unfeeling woman. He didn’t want her to become a target for gossip and judgment.
But Freya didn’t give a damn. I let out a sneer. She had never loved Daniel to begin with. Now that she had the chance to be with the Grimmoon Pack’s Alpha, who was leagues above Daniel, why would a shameless woman like her hesitate? A few whispered criticisms meant nothing to someone like her.
Once she married Truman, she’d be able to flaunt her status as the Grimmoon Pack’s Luna and trample all over me. That was what truly mattered to her.
Watching the eagerness in her eyes—the desperate longing to become Truman’s Luna—I let out a mocking laugh. Well then, good luck to her.
Like a spectator waiting for the show to start, I watched the scene unfold with idle amusement. I turned to observe Truman’s reaction, only to find him standing there at ease. He looked at Freya with teasing indifference in his eyes, making no move to respond right away.
But Freya foolishly took his attitude as silent approval and turned to me. “Michelle, I’m sorry for stealing your spotlight. But you know, those years I spent as Daniel’s mate… I was never truly happy. Now that I finally have the chance to pursue true love, I have to be brave this time.”
I raised a brow slightly and smiled faintly. “I don’t mind. Maybe it’s not such a great thing after all. Freya, women who blindly chase after so-called true love usually don’t end up well.”
“Michelle, that’s really petty of you. I know Benjamin’s Midnight Pack is in trouble right now. I understand you’re feeling upset, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on me, right? Anyway, Truman and I still hope to receive your blessing for our union.” Freya looked at me with condescending pride, already carrying herself like Truman’s Luna.