Chapter 113: The Ivory Dress

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Chapter 113 of "Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen" opens revealing intense scenes: Chapter 113: The Ivory Dress "No, Miss. This card has no limit. You could buy everything... Keep reading!

Chapter 113: The Ivory Dress "No, Miss. This card has no limit. You could buy everything in this boutique right now with just this card, and we would close the store for the day," the boutique attendant explained with a warm smile when Lethia asked about the card’s maximum limit. Her gaze was fixed longingly on the sleek card in Lethia’s hand. Lethia wondered if she could buy out the entire city with it. She knew the Tuffin family controlled many kinds of businesses, but did their wealth truly know no bounds? Not likely, there were still plenty of Lycans, alpha wolves, and even humans who held greater influence. "Miss, so, would you like to purchase all the high-end pregnancy dresses then?" the boutique attendant’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. Lethia’s gaze flickered toward the display of maternity dresses the attendant had pointed out earlier. She walked over, her fingers lightly brushing through the racks, feeling the textures and scanning the shades. Most of them were dull empire-waist or A-line cuts, clearly designed to hide baby bumps. Lethia scoffed softly—utterly unimpressed. Then her eyes caught on an ivory one-shoulder dress made of stretchy knit fabric that looked heavenly soft. A smile tugged at her lips. "I’ll take that one," she said, pointing straight at the dress on the mannequin. "Oh my, you really have good taste, Miss. That’s our latest design, and extremely rare. But... even though it’s bodycon and stretchy, it will show your baby bump." "So what?" Lethia’s sharp response and cutting glare made the attendant visibly flinch. "Ehm... You said it’s for the Lykon Gala, right? I thought... you might be uncomfortable showing your pregnancy at such an event." Lethia’s brows pulled together, her voice low and laced with irritation. "Why would I?" The boutique manager stepped closer, lowering her voice into a whisper. "You don’t want people focusing on you, miss. You’re... quite well-known because of the scandal. It’s best to stay discreet. Especially at the Gala, where people might speak ill about... your—" The attendant couldn’t finish her sentence. With a violent snap, Lethia snatched every dress from the rack they had suggested and tossed them to the floor, one by one, before stomping on them like they were filth beneath her shoes. "Oh God, Miss, what are you doing? No... oh no..." the attendant shrieked, helplessly watching as Lethia trampled and tried to tear the expensive dresses apart with her feet. None of the staff, not even security, dared stop her. Zeran’s intimidating bodyguards stood in a circle, shielding her like a pack of wolves guarding their queen. Chasey, who had just stepped out of the fitting room, froze, mouth agape, eyes wide at the scene unfolding before her. Lethia was panting hard, breath ragged, her fury finally spent on the poor, defenceless dresses. With a long, heavy exhale, she dropped onto a bench, completely unfazed by the stunned, horrified stares surrounding her. "Queen... what the hell just happened? Oh God..." Chasey rushed over and began rubbing Lethia’s shoulders, her energy wrung out like a storm that had passed. A middle-aged woman in a tailored suit approached Lethia. "Miss, I’m the boutique manager. You can’t do thi—" "I have a very imbalanced heat because of my pregnancy," Lethia cut her off firmly, not even letting her finish. "So whenever something or someone triggers my short temper, I need to vent it immediately." She reached into her clutch, slipped Zeran’s black card back inside, and pulled out her own, holding it up right in front of the manager’s face. With a sugar-sweet voice and a sly smile stretching across her lips, she continued, "I do apologise for the scene. Your caring staff offered such a valuable piece of advice, it ended up setting off my temper." She gestured lazily. "I’ll take all these dresses, along with the one I wanted on that mannequin." Her gaze shifted to Chasey, who was holding a few pieces in her arms. Lethia walked over and pulled them away. "And these too," she said, handing the dresses over to the manager without blinking. The manager accepted the card without a word, but her glare burned holes through the attendant who had served Lethia earlier. Lethia took her time strolling back toward the trembling attendant, who now looked like she would melt into the marble floor. "Thank you for your advice," Lethia said sweetly, her eyes glinting. "But I like showing off my baby bump. It’s so... sexy whenever I look in the mirror, made me fall in love with myself all over again." Her voice rang loud and venomous, soaked in confidence. "Why should I hide the love I feel, hm? Hadn’t this world need more love?" Even the mannequin by the front window could hear her loud and clear. The manager returned a moment later, bowing as she handed the card back to Lethia. A wave of relief washed over her; at least her card could still pay for all the glorious chaos. "I hope she gets a nice fat bonus for her nosy little caring advice," Lethia muttered as she snatched her card back and walked out of the boutique, with Chasey trailing behind her and a dozen pairs of eyes boring holes into her back. Lethia was certain some of them would either add to her rising popularity or just become her next batch of haters. She would have had enough. Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow, and her steps aimless as she walked away from the crowd. All she wanted was distance. Just away. She didn’t understand why people always had to meddle in her life. Why did they act like her pregnancy was a crime? Why did they push her to feel ashamed for something that was never her fault? Why should she hide? Her hand stroked her belly softly, guilt creeping in. ’Sorry... you had to feel all that ugly emotional wreckage from me just now.’ "Oh Queen... why’re you walking so fast? Are you okay?" Chasey clung to her arm, panting with every word. "I’m not okay. But I need to be okay." Lethia’s clipped reply made Chasey’s face fall. "How about we look for a place to get dinner? This mall’s got a killer noodle restaurant. Let’s go there, yeah? It would be my treat, because you just bought me all those dresses," Chasey blinked up at her with hopeful eyes, tugging gently on Lethia’s arm. Lethia didn’t answer, she just followed her lead. They wandered the mall for a few minutes before settling on that noodle place. The bodyguards waiting outside the restaurant with Lethia’s shopping bags were told to grab their own table and join the meal. As Lethia and Chasey made their way to a window seat, her eyes widened, stunned. Sitting at the adjacent table, locking gazes with her, was a woman Lethia hadn’t seen in a while. The woman who had been the source of the disdain she felt earlier. "This world is barely bigger than a leaf, apparently," the woman said, her voice laced with venom. Lethia let out a dry laugh. "What a sore in my eyes. What the hell happened to you, Lana?"

Chapter 113: The Ivory Dress

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