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“You’re not welcome here. Get out!” Alya suddenly shrieked.
Astrid scoffed. “Did I hear that right? You’re telling us to get out?”
“That’s right! Get out! We don’t do business with your kind!”
I didn’t respond to her screeching. I calmly pulled out my phone, tapped the record button, and then made a call to the complaint line.
Moments later, a sharp-dressed sales manager walked over, having heard the commotion. She froze for half a second when she saw me, but quickly composed herself.
“Apologies, Miss. Is there something I can help you with?”
Astrid tilted her chin toward Alya. “She your employee? We came to buy a place. She told us to get out.”
The manager glanced at Alya. A flash of hesitation crossed her face.
Just then, I played back the recording on speaker.
Alya’s shrill, cutting voice echoed through the entire showroom.
Her face went pale.
“Alya,” the manager snapped, face darkening, “you’re fired.”
“Fired?! On what grounds?!” Alya screamed. “She’s Leslie! She’s our enemy! The enemy of Crimson Moon Pack!”
“I’m a paying customer,” I said with a faint smirk, stepping up to her. I lowered my voice so only she could hear. “You’re just an insignificant Omega. What does the honor of Crimson Moon Pack have to do with someone like you?”
I didn’t give her another glance. I turned and walked straight toward the floor plan display.
The security team arrived just in time to drag Alya-kicking, screaming, and completely powerless-out of the building.
Kirby’s POV
“She went to a sales office to buy a place?”
In the office, I listened to my assistant Malach’s report, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk without thinking.
“Yes, sir. And Alya was fired on the spot for being rude.”
My expression darkened. I stayed quiet for a few seconds, then stood up.
“I’ll go take a look.”
I didn’t know what she was planning-but I wanted to see for myself.
I wanted to know what she was trying to do.
When I arrived at the sales center, I happened to catch what-Leslie was saying to the sales manager.
“…It’s not for myself. It’s a gift. For a single man. Yes, he’s picky. If there’s anything substandard about the furnishings, replace all of it. I want only the best. Price doesn’t matter.”
My steps halted at the entrance.
My gaze slowly turned cold.
A gift for a single man?
Who?
Just then, Leslie seemed to have made her final choice and was preparing to sign the paperwork..
“Miss Leslie,” the sales manager asked carefully, “have you made your selection?”
“I have.”
“Let me gift it to you.” I walked over, my voice low.
I realized-I’d never given her anything truly meaningful.
If she accepted this today, maybe-just maybe I’d feel less guilty.
Leslie’s POV
“Gift it to me?”
I turned around and looked at Kirby, as if he’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“Wow, Kirby. Generous, aren’t you? Do you treat all your exes this well?”
“You’re not like the others, Leslie.”
His voice was calm, but when he said the word ex-wife, I could tell it stung him.
“So you know I’m your ex-wife,” I cut him off before he could say more “That means we don’t have any ties between us. I have no reason to accept your gift. Otherwise, next time your Crimson Moon Pack starts slinging mud again, they’ll have one more thing to accuse me of-being greedy for luxury
I turned to the sales manager beside us.
“Sign the papers. Run the card. Full payment.”
I wasn’t going to owe anyone for this. Especially not anyone from Crimson Moon Pack.
Right then, Kirby’s phone rang.
He frowned and picked up, and the next second, his face changed.
“Got it. I’m on my way.”
He hung up and looked straight at me.
“She was in a car accident…”
I heard it clearly. The name from the other end of the call-Liana.
My heart tensed. For a second, I thought Liam had gone too far.
But I immediately rejected the idea. I had told him to give her a lesson-but not like this. Not something so clumsy and crude.
“She got into a car accident. What does that have to do with me?”
I gave a casual smile.
“She’s a werewolf. Even the weakest Omega doesn’t get taken out by a car. Who knows, maybe by the time you get to the hospital, she’ll already be healed.”
“She’s lost too much blood.”
His face tightened.
“She may be a werewolf, but her heart’s always been fragile…”
At those words, my mind snapped back to the cold kitchen at Bloodrock Estate.
“Good thing I didn’t take your house!”