A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression.
Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment.
[The cub has grown a little.]
[Still too weak.]
[How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.]
Holly Wyatt: ...
She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it...
*
Two years later.
Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek.
[Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!]
[Give her back!!]
*
As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well.
One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate!
That was unacceptable!
And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings.
[The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.]
[If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.]
[Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.]
Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

Lynn Fletcher paused, her hands slowly clenching the bedsheets beneath her. She clenched her jaw, her gentle features twisting into a ferocious grimace.


'Holly Wyatt is the reason I lost my endorsement.'


'If the man Holly Wyatt latched onto wasn't Silas Thornton, if Silas Thornton wasn't backing her...'


'...then that endorsement would have been securely in my grasp.'


'Holly Wyatt, that woman who acts all innocent but is actually vicious!'


'I knew it. A girl raised in a poor family is bound to be petty and small-minded!'


Cindy Wells glanced up at Lynn Fletcher. Startled by the hatred on her face, she asked timidly, "Lynn... are you okay?"


Lynn Fletcher closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and ground out through clenched teeth, "I'm fine..."


Chapter 54 - Chapter 54: She Wants to Get Her Hands on Silas Thornton