Chapter 818 Dressed for Revenge
Freya’s POV:
Dragging my exhausted body, I finally made it home and collapsed straight onto the couch, rubbing my neck hard. Lately, my wolf had gone into hibernation, and my energy had been way off. And of all times, that bitch Hayley had to come back to the Sanders!
At her “welcome back” ceremony two days ago, that slideshow exposed so much dirt about me. Frederick wouldn’t let me go, keeping me locked up in the holding cell for a full 48 hours before finally releasing me!
Leaning my head back against the couch, I thought about how familiar Frederick and Hayley had seemed with each other, and a wave of rage surged inside me. That’s right. That cop, Frederick–I’d seen him in Hayley’s yard before. They were working together!
The moment I realized it, I shot upright. If that was true, then that slideshow was definitely Hayley’s doing too. It had to be her! That bitch was finally making her move, trying to steal the family inheritance from me.
No way in hell I was going to let Hayley get away with it. The Sanders had survived this long only because I’d been desperately holding everything together. Why should she waltz back in and take whatever she wants? And what did that bitch even have, besides the pure-race noble werewolf bloodline of the Sanders? She was nothing more than a pathetic Omega. What right did she have to fight me?
Fuming, I wanted nothing more than to hand my body over to my wolf and hunt Hayley down, tear her to pieces.
But of course, some clueless house staff had to come running over, shouting, “Ms. Freya! Ms. Freya!”
“What’s got you so worked up?” I snapped at her sharply.
She immediately shrank back, lowering her head as she nervously held up a gift box. “This was delivered yesterday by the Bennetts’ butler. He said Ms. Walton personally picked it out for you to wear at tonight’s party.”
“Party? What party?” I asked, completely confused.
“It’s Ms. Walton’s birthday party,” the house staff said respectfully.
“Oh. Got it. Put it down and leave,” I replied coolly, barely acknowledging it. Honestly, I hadn’t remembered it at all. The Sanders had connections everywhere–if I had to remember every single person’s birthday, how much of my energy would that waste?
Once the house staff left, I opened the gift box, and my eyes lit up. The dress was clearly high-end, the work of a true master. I couldn’t resist running my hand over it. Sure enough–it was smooth, soft, absolutely top-tier. Who would’ve thought? Celine might not be the brightest, but she sure knew how to spend big. Such a flawless dress–just imagining how it would look on me, I knew it would be impossible for anyone to look away. Finally, all that time I’d spent hanging around Celine hadn’t gone to waste. She actually managed to do something useful.
At the ceremony two days ago, Hayley had bought the most top-of-the-line dress of the season, leaving me humiliated in an outdated one. This time, I’d finally get my revenge. I’d humiliate her so badly she wouldn’t know what hit her. Just wait, Hayley. This time, everyone would clearly see who the real Sanders heiress was–the high-ranking werewolf.