Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0349

Karl

Before I know it, several days have passed since my brother suggested an election.

The outcome of this election will determine who will be the Alpha. It’s not what I expected, but in a

strange way, it’s invigorating. The past few days have been filled with early preparations: setting dates,

interviewing campaign managers, and coming up with campaign slogans and posters.

I wish I could be there for Abby, but I haven’t heard for her. The news hasn’t let up, though, and it

seems as though the health department is waiting on tests to come back before they reach a verdict.

It’s a sunny afternoon when I’m sitting in my office, in the midst of a pile of paperwork. The news is

playing on the TV—a segment on the Alpha party disaster.

“Unfortunately, the owner of the restaurant La Belle Vie Bistro and the caterer of the Alpha gathering,

Abby, has yet to comment on the situation,” the reporter, a blonde woman in a tight dress, is saying.

“I have to say,” one of the other reporters, a balding man in a suit, chimes in, “it’s a bit fishy that she’s

refusing to comment.”

The first reporter laughs. “I agree, Stan,” she says. “If she’s innocent, why not comment on it? Why not

try to exonerate herself? She’s been radio silent, although reports indicate that she’s been spotted

running around the city like a madwoman.”

The footage then cuts to a paparazzi photo of Abby. She’s got that blue surgical mask on to cover her

face, and she’s storming down the street. It looks like there’s something in her hand, and there’s a

determined look in her eyes.

“Now this,” the male reporter says, “was taken right before she walked into a police station. Interesting,

isn’t it?”

The female reporter grins. “Interesting indeed, Stan. I think—”

I can’t take it anymore, and before the female reporter finishes her sentence, I quickly shut the TV off

and throw the remote down on my desk with a sigh.

For a moment, I stare at my phone, my fingers itching to call Abby. I want to be there for her; hell, I’ll

drop everything to go back to the city if she needs me right now.

But at the same time, I can’t do that. She told me to stay out of it, and besides, I’ve got the campaign to

deal with here.

And if I want to keep my status as Alpha, now is definitely not the time to be rushing to the city,

especially not in the midst of all this bad press.

Before I can ponder on it more, there’s a knock on my door.

“Come in.”

The door swings open, and in comes Ethan. He’s no longer in his wheelchair, and is instead leaning on

a cane.

“Hey, Ethan,” I say, looking at him over the pile of papers on my desk. “You look good.”

Ethan grins. “I feel like an old man.”

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll be back to normal in no time. And besides, the cane suits you; it’s…

distinguished.”

My brother chuckles as he hobbles over to the chair opposite my desk and sits down. It’s moments like

this that I realize that, despite the fact that we’re supposed to be adversaries in this political campaign, Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

he’s still my brother. And I still love him.

“So, what brings you here?” I ask, leaning back in my chair.

I shake my head. “I held some interviews yesterday but haven’t made a decision yet. Why?”

I furrow my brow, curious about Ethan’s choice. “She’s here? Who is it?”

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“Now, don’t be mad,” Ethan says, looking a little bashful, “but it’s Gianna.”

I can’t hide my shock. “Gianna? Seriously, Ethan?”