Lilith’s eyes turned red instantly.
This was the first time in her life someone had humiliated her so openly.
Her nose trembled. Her fingers clenched unconsciously, nails digging pale marks into her palm.
She didn’t even have Simith bloodline. She’d spent a fortune on plastic surgery to look pretty.
And this Louwen Pack she‑wolf in front of her, rough features, heavy build, what right did she have to laugh at her?
“I… I just wanted to help you solve the problem,” Lilith choked out, voice trembling,
“and I didn’t want Jevon to be bullied by you…”
But the translation device’s cold mechanical voice turned her pleading into blunt, stiff sentences.
Even a tiny nuance shift was enough for the other side to hear it as provocation.
“You don’t speak Louwen. How are you helping me? You stup
