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Chapter 168 Eavesdrop and Entrap
Leslie POV
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Astrid and I were just looking for a quiet corner to admire the photos we’d just taken, but we hadn’t gone far when the sound of chatter around the hallway corner brought us to a halt.
A group of socialites were heading toward the restroom, their voices bubbling with gossip.
“Leslie kicked Lyana out? No way…” one voice said, full of doubt.
“Lyana’s a big name in the Southern Continent. She’s stronger than most male alphas. How could Leslie kick her out?” another chimed in.
Then came Slyvana’s sharp, gloating voice, stabbing straight into my ears: “Leslie’s just petty. She saw someone stronger and couldn’t handle it. Used her Rogue Pack connections to stir up trouble. Lyana didn’t even bother stooping to her level. That’s why she left.”
“She cares so much about her image. Don’t you want to see her fall flat on her face?” Slyvana added, voice lowered just enough to seem secretive, but loud enough to echo down the entire hallway.
I raised an eyebrow and glanced at Astrid.
Asphodel sneered in my mind. “That bitch from Crimson Moon Pack is lying again! Leslie, let me tear her mouth apart!”
Easy, Asphodel, I soothed silently. She’s offering us front–row seats to her own downfall.
Astrid shrugged and murmured, “Why is it always on the way to the bathroom that people talk the most crap?”
A smirk tugged at my lips. I motioned for her to head back the way we came.
We picked a spot in plain sight and sat down, grape juice in hand, quietly waiting.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Slyvana showed up with her little entourage.
Her eyes swept the crowd and landed on me with pinpoint accuracy, a flash of smug satisfaction flickering behind them.
“Wanna bail carly?” Astrid leaned in and whispered.
I chuckled softly, “Let’s toy with her. I’ve got time to kill.” Asphodel let out an eager growl inside me. “Yes! Show her what it means to cross the Rogue Pack princess!”
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Chapter 168 Eavesdrop and Entrap
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Slyvana walked over alone. The arrogance she usually wore like a crown had vanished, replaced by a fake sweetness that nearly oozed. “Leslie…”
Astrid immediately mimed gagging, raising her hand in apology. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”
My lips twitched, barely holding back a laugh.
In this lifetime, hearing Slyvana call me “sis” felt like some cruel joke from the Moon Goddess.
If I hadn’t overheard her scheming earlier, I might’ve thought I was hallucinating.
“Leslie, can we talk? Just us?” Slyvana asked, flashing a smile so polite it bordered on creepy.
I arched a brow, swirling the juice in my glass. The chandelier’s reflection shimmered in the cup like a fantasy more dazzling than reality. “Do we have anything to talk about?”
She paused, bowing her head in mock guilt. “I’ve been reflecting these past few days. I went too far with you before. I want to sincerely apologize.”
I let out a knowing “Oh” and replied airily, “Then go ahead and apologize–right here. Isn’t it more sincere with everyone watching?”
Her smile twitched, eyes faltering. “That’s… not really appropriate, is it? I have some things I’d rather say in private.”
I feigned hesitation, my eyes dropping to the glass as I murmured, “If it’s about you and Kirby, I suppose it wouldn’t be great for others to overhear, would it?”
Asphodel snorted. “This little hyena thinks dropping Kirby’s name will throw you off? Pathetic.”
I looked up, lips curving into a smile with teeth. “Fine.”
As I stood, Astrid grabbed my arm, frowning, clearly wanting to stop me. I patted her hand, signaling I knew what I was doing. There was a tiger in those hills, and I was more than curious what tricks this little hyena thought she could pull.
Slyvana’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she led me toward the rooftop balcony.
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