Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 101

101 An Old Friend

Selma Payne’s POV:

I bet Ryan’s mouth was so wide open that a light bulb could be stuffed in.

He hurriedly tidied up his messy shirt and pulled the unconcerned Carolyn behind him. He then angrily questioned, “Why are you guys here? The warehouse is important, and unauthorized people are not allowed in.”

“Unauthorized people? Who? Oh, I’m so sorry,” said Avril sarcastically. “It turns out that the great genius writer has been fired. You’re used to swaggering into the drama club. Now you’re sneaking in like a mouse. Must be a different experience, huh?”

“You!” Ryan looked extremely agitated. If it weren’t for the fact that we had the advantage in numbers, he would have punched Avril, who was mocking him.

Carolyn had an expression of anticipation for a good show, not caring about her little lover, who was stuck to her like glue just a moment ago.

To prevent Ryan and Avril from really fighting, I interjected, “I didn’t mean to disturb you, gentlemen and ladies. But we should indeed follow the rules of public places, right? Even if you think there’s no one here.”

Carolyn snorted strangely, and Ryan immediately roared at us like a dog eager to be complimented by its master.

However, no one cared about this bald peacock. We only wanted to leave this troublesome place immediately.

Just as we were about to leave, Carolyn called out to me, “Miss Selma, I heard from my father that you were the one who proposed to invite me to the float parade, right? I’m really grateful.”

“You’re too kind,” I returned the greeting with a smile.

What was going on? To not alert the enemy and to lower their guard, didn’t they agree to invite Carolyn onto the float as a special guest right before the float parade?

Why would the southern Duke leak this information to Carolyn in advance? Could it be that Carolyn had some intelligence-gathering method we didn’t know of?

However, the werewolf grandmasters did not detect anything strange about the southern Duke, and Dorothy’s anti-surveillance spell did not detect anything unusual either.

Perhaps, to protect his commander, the southern Duke had no choice but to reveal some truth under Carolyn’s interrogation as a smokescreen.

I was shocked, but I forced myself not to reveal any abnormalities.

We left the second floor of the opera.

“A float parade?”

Avril and Mara looked at me in disbelief, their expressions saying, “You betrayed the organization.”

“Don’t look at me like that, girls,” I explained. “It’s a form of etiquette. She’s a noble, so am I. Her father is a duke, and my temporary guardians are the Lycan King and Queen. This means that we have to communicate on behalf of our respective elders. So even if we don’t want to talk to each other, we must do it. This is boring aristocratic etiquette.”

Avril and Mara reluctantly accepted my explanation. “Alright, so what’s shown in historical dramas is all true? It doesn’t sound like the life of a noble is that free.”

The boxing club had an outdoor friendly match, so Avril and Mara went to join in the fun. Dorothy and I used the excuse of going to the toilet to hide in the student council office to discuss some matters.

Unlike the busy preparation week, the student council office, which had been relieved of its burden overnight, was now deserted and empty. Everyone had gone to enjoy to their heart’s content. It was a good place for ‘conspiracies’.

I called my parents to confirm the southern Duke’s safety and asked them to ask about Carolyn.

Just as I expected, the southern Duke was forced to reveal a small part of today’s plan under Carolyn’s interrogation.

She had already begun to doubt the southern Duke. Although she couldn’t find anything strange about him, she had cast another kind of golden circle curse on him. If the southern Duke dared to reveal his conversation with Carolyn to anyone, Carolyn would immediately know about it. Both the southern Duke and the real Carolyn would be in danger then.

For today’s plan to go smoothly, the werewolf grandmasters had temporarily set up a deceptive magic circle that could isolate the spell link for the southern Duke. Only then was the southern duke able to communicate with us freely.

“Why didn’t the southern Duke come to the palace for help?” I asked, puzzled. He didn’t have to say anything. As long as the werewolf grandmaster checked, he’d find something wrong.”

My father’s helpless voice came from the other end of the phone. “I think so too, Selma, but the situation this time is very special.

“Aldrich told you about the pure white witch who died for Lennon, right?

“The spell on Lennon was modified from some kind of pure white spell. However, it has been almost ten years since a pure white witch appeared among the sorcerers.”

“What?” I exclaimed, “If that’s the case, we really can’t help the southern Duke. ”

A pure white spell was a very special kind of sorcery that only pure white witches could learn. It was said that it was caused by the special power composition in their bodies.