Alpha Geralt.
Jesper handed the file I had asked for to me and grabbed a seat, “Your daughter has been quiet since the Event Manager was sacked. She didn't complain to you about it, or is it because she doesn't think you knew she made the plan with the lady?”
I shifted the document towards him, “Stamp it, and don't ignore Eowyn's silence. She's on a mission here…” I stated without shifting my attention away from what I was doing. “I just hope she doesn't act rashly again, or I might be pushed to disown her.”
“Alpha, don't go that length, please…”
“Then you can claim her as your daughter,” I said, and he chuckled. “She will make a good daughter, right?”
He shook his head, “I really don't have the might for her.”
“I see!”
I was about to stamp the last document when my phone began buzz
