The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

Chapter 100 Plan Succeed

Alina's POV:

"Alina, what's wrong with you? I notice that you seem to be so distracted today," Laura, who sat at the head of the dining table, said.

When I came back to my senses, I saw the unhappy expression on her face.

I put down the knife and fork, pretended to pinch between my eyes, and said in an innocent and pitiful tone, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I caught a cold last night, and my head hurts a bit today."

Laura frowned, and her eyes became sharper when she looked at me. "The ball is coming. Nothing wrong can happen to you. I'll let the doctor check on you later."

"I understand," I replied in a low voice. Deep inside me, I suddenly felt tired. Laura was very observant, so every time I was with her, I had to be on tenterhooks all the time.

After dinner, Laura dismissed me at once.

I held my phone in my hand and went back to my bedroom with a long face. My heart was filled with anger.

I couldn't help cursing Warren in my heart. I had sent him so many messages, but I still didn't get any reply. I felt so upset. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have made so many mistakes in front of Laura today.

I took the glass of red wine from Coco. And I only calmed down after taking a few sips. I opened the window and watched the servants and the guards passing by, all busily preparing for the ball. Time was running out, so I made up my mind. If Warren didn't want to do it, I had to do it myself.

At this moment, my phone on the table buzzed. I walked over and checked. It was a message from Warren.

"It's done. She won't go to the ball."

His message only implied that he had successfully broken Sylvia's leg. Joy filled my heart. I looked at the message again and even checked it twice to make sure that I read it correctly. Now that the biggest obstacle had been removed, I became more determined to get Rufus. But along with my joy, I also felt the coldness in Warren's message. This had never happened before. In the past, once I sent him a message, he would reply with ten messages. It seemed that I had pushed him too hard this time. He was a righteous man and always abided by the rules. It must be very hard for him to do such a thing for me. But it didn't matter anymore. After all, I would do anything just to achieve my goal.

I sent Warren a thank you message, but he didn't reply.

My fingers slowly slid across the screen. I looked at the dialog box and couldn't help but sneer. I knew he was unhappy because of what I had asked him to do. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although his aloofness was unacceptable to me, I sent him another message. "Warren, I know I made things difficult for you this time. I'm really sorry, and I hope you don't blame me. How about having dinner with me sometime?"

This time, I wanted my message to comfort him, giving him a little hope. I had always known that Warren liked me. So I knew that I could easily manipulate him as long as I showed him my soft side. He was a useful tool that I didn't want to give up just yet.

"Miss Quinn, congratulations." Seeing the smile on my face, Coco had a sneaky look.

I snorted coldly, not feeling very satisfied. I felt sorry for Sylvia's dress. No matter how beautiful it was, it was still a shame because it went to the wrong owner. It would be best if I could also get it from her.

Rufus now only cared about Sylvia and didn't treat me well. But I always believed that it was because he hadn't interacted with me yet. Once he got to know me, he would definitely fall in love with me. Rufus was a noble prince who was always surrounded by refined ladies. So I understood why he suddenly felt a lowly slave like Sylvia interesting. He would change his mind sooner or later.

And besides, we had to wear masks at the ball and spray a special kind of perfume to conceal our scents before entering the venue to make sure that no one could recognize each other.

So as long as I wore Sylvia's dress and became Rufus' partner, I would definitely win his heart.

But the question was, who could steal the dress for me?

Warren couldn't possibly do it because it would be too eye-catching if he went to the she-wolves ' dormitory building.

Who else could I use then? I rubbed my finger against the wine glass slowly, deep in thought.