Leonard's POV:
Martin couldn't help but burst into giggles.
Then he raised his eyebrows at Owen, his eyes flashing viciously.
"What an excellent child you have.He would never do such a thing, you say?" Owen's face immediately
darkened.
"Warren! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"He's doing something excellent of course!" Martin cried, trying hard to stifle his laughter.But his body
betrayed him, trembling like a leaf in silent giggles.
"Compared to my child, your son is absolutely amazing."
The hall was in such chaotic noise that my head started to pound.I pressed my fingers against my
temples helplessly.
How could these two grown-up male wolves be more noisy than teenaged she-wolves?
"Warren, come here right this instant!"
Owen growled at his son.
But Warren, who had always been respectful and obedient towards his father, didn't listen to him this
time.
Well, well, well.
I raised my eyebrows curiously.
The scene unfolding before me just kept getting more and more interesting.
"Warren!"
Owen was so anxious that his face turned as red as a tomato.
Warren paused for a moment, as though he had finally heard his father's voice calling him.
But he didn't turn his head to look at Owen.
Instead, he walked resolutely towards Sylvia.
"I can guarantee that Sylvia is not the kind of person you've painted her to be.She's not frivolous, nor is
she evil.Her kindness and sense of justice are obvious to all.If you have any prejudice against her
background, you should know that no one can choose where he or she came from.The only thing we
can do is to strive hard to take the right path."
Warren's solemn and clear voice resounded throughout the hall.
Owen, at a complete loss for words, was expressionless once again.
However, his straight face was purple from anger.
Martin was delighted at this, clapping his hands gloatingly.
But I was more concerned with the scene in front of me.
Why did these excellent children all speak on behalf of a slave? Even Warren chimed in.I had watched
that boy grow up and I knew him very well.
He was a proud man by nature.
In his eyes, ranking in society should be strictly divided and observed.
But at this moment, not only did he speak for a slave, but it seemed he was also very close to an
Omega she -wolf.
I even observed him reach out his hand to comfort the she-wolf when she was emotional.
That kind of tacit understanding hinted that the two were in fact intimate.
"Oh, my God! Your son has a girlfriend? Congratulations! You're going to be a grandfather soon."
Martin added with glee, rubbing salt into Owen's wounds.
"I never would've thought your son's type was cute and lively girls."
"What the hell are you talking about? My son is a picky man.He would never settle for an Omega."
Owen glared at him.
"Even so, he's way better than your son.Harry has never had a girlfriend.And the reason is as plain as
day.He's imprudent and immature; it's no wonder no she-wolf likes him!"
Seeing them quarreling like children again, I was both amused and annoyed.They made such
mountains out of molehills.
"That bitch has blinded Warren!"
Alina, who was standing next to me, suddenly spat angrily.I frowned subconsciously, suspecting that I
had misheard her.
How could Alina, who had always been a dignified young lady, say such vulgar words?
"Alina, mind your manners," I scolded her in a low voice.
At my reproach, Alina immediately calmed down and returned to being a gentle, elegant Jady.
"Oh, I'm just angry for Owen..."
"Mind your own business,"
I hissed with a straight face.
"Okay." Alina didn't say anything more.
She just stood beside me and behaved like an angel.
Seeing this, I nodded with satisfaction and turned my attention back to the center of the hall.
Just then, the slave named Sylvia looked straight at me.
When our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat.
I had never seen her before, but somehow, I felt a sense of familiarity from her.
In a trance, I faintly heard my name being called by a she-wolf who looked similar to Sylvia in the
depths of my mind.
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