Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 403: She Won’t Be Able To Escape

(Author’s POV)

*Crash*

"NIGEL, do you know what you have done? Do you have any fucking idea? You moron," Wyatt Long threw a ceramic vase straight towards his son. But because of Zara’s quick intervention, it ended up hitting the floor, just a few centimeters away.

"Wyatt, what do you think you are doing? You almost hurt Nigel," she reprimanded, shouting at her husband.

"Shut up, you foolish woman. It is because of you and your indulgence toward this good for nothing, piece of shit, that the Long name has to face such a humiliation today. All the employees, my friends and the entire Red Stone know what he has done. Soon, everyone in the high society would know as well, and it would ruin my business. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Wyatt lashed out at his wife. "Not being able to secure the first position wasn’t enough; he even went and spread nasty rumors, and that too using one of the company’s systems. How stupid. Utterly useless."

"But dad~ .... that pity party bitch, Myra Miracle. She is the one who snatched my place. I admit I used shady means, but I just stated facts. She has all the professors wrapped around her fingers. How is it fair for me to get expelled? Argghhhhh~ ......" Nigel ranted. He was still pissed off about what had occurred inside Prof. Mitchell’s office. He had never felt such crushing defeat. He was thoroughly disgraced and became frustrated as a result. "Only if~ ... only if that tip~ .... That freaking anonymous shit didn’t happen. Mom, Dad, it is all her doing. One of her sugar daddies must be behind this. I tell you. We need to expose her lies and innocent act," Nigel blabbered.

Zara backed up her son’s words, "Yes, Wyatt. What Nigel’s saying is absolutely right. That charity girl is so two faced. She has a sugar daddy. I am sure of it. Actually, I received a call in the morning from an unknown number. That person~ .... was the same person who sent those evidences to Zachary Johnson. He told me what he had done. I tried to threaten him, bribe him even, but he didn’t sound like he needed money or anything. I then rushed out to get to the university, but it was too late."

As she was in Nigel’s presence, she didn’t mention the choice that person gave her, to pick between their established company and their dear son.

"Why didn’t you tell me then?" Wyatt questioned.

"I didn’t know~ .... I was~ .... I was just in a hurry at that time," Zara answered.

"Who was it? Did he tell you his name?" Mr. Long asked.

Zara hesitated. She had an inkling that it was Alaric Everests, the famous Everests family’s heir, but no confirmation. She suspected that the voice she had heard matched Alaric’s a lot, and the way he kept looking at Myra during the entire thing. In the end, she just shook her head, "No~ .... He didn’t disclose his name. But it was a male and sounded like someone who held an authoritative position. It has to be her patron."

"Shit~ ...." Wyatt banged his hand on the wall. "So, that girl has solid backing."

"Dad~ .... We need to do something about it. We must teach her a lesson. We must reveal her true affair," Nigel was adamant. "Only then can I restore my lost dignity, and we can reclaim our reputation."

Wyatt settled in his seat, his hand massaging his temples. He was at his wits’ end. Then suddenly something struck him as he said, "If what you both say is true, then there is a way to expose her and her secret affair and show her real character to the world." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"What is it, Dad?" Nigel became visibly excited.

"You don’t need to know. Stay away from this. I have someone who will handle this~ .... tonight, that girl, Myra Miracle. She won’t be able to escape."

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A flurry of waiters and waitresses, dressed in formal uniforms, entered the room with serving trolleys one after another.

"The food is here~ ...." Amy said, trying to diffuse the tension after Sebastian and his son’s confrontation as the staff members placed the dishes on the table. Myra tried hard to keep a straight face, but couldn’t help herself when the waiters kept adding new cuisines. Saying she was flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was as if there was a gourmet festival going on. The artistically palatable food and rich aroma wafting off of them were astounding. And what was more astonishing was that most of them were Myra’s favourites. It was quite strange for her.

Amy added, "None of them has sesame in it, so that you can enjoy them to your heart’s content." She then noticed Myra’s expression and asked, "What happened? Do you not like it? Would you like to order something else?"

"Uhhh~ .... no, ma’am. There is no need. This is more than enough," Myra shook her head and stated. This much food could feed a small army.

After all the dishes were served, a sommelier handling a Château Lafite Rothschild stepped forward and began serving the fine wine with practiced ease to everyone, except Pearl, who was served apple juice.

Myra, the lightweight, politely declined him with a shake of her hand, "Thank you~ ...." She didn’t want to get drunk and make a scene. Her experiences have been weird and blank, so she was just trying to be careful here.

"Do you not like red wine? How about rose wine or white wine? Or maybe some other drink?" Amy asked.

"Ma’am, I am not much of a drinker~ .... just water would be fine," Myra said with a smile.

A scoffing sound grabbed everyone’s attention as all eyes turned to see Ezra, who now was wearing the same, detached look, "What~ .... What are you all looking at?"

"Why did you laugh, bro?" Pearl asked curiously. "What’s so funny?"

"Remembered a joke. Child~ .... start digging in, you need to increase that height of yours," he shrugged off his sister’s words with his random teasing.

Only Myra understood why he had laughed. He was mocking her words, because at the beach, where they first met, Myra was having beer after beer. She was in a bad mood after all.

And not only that, Yelena told him and his girlfriend that they were a couple. So, he must be under the impression that she was a lesbian.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .