Shyla’s P.O.V.
According to my master plan, the King should be here two minutes before. However, his dramatic entry satisfied me to the core. Seeing him royally outraged paid off my efforts, the euphoria of my success dismissed the discomfort of the King’s command.
I calmly stood up and bowed, baring my neck in submission,
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”
My sincere greetings were responded to by a thunderous growl, King Maddox threatened me dangerously.
“Answer my question, omega. I don’t like to repeat myself.”
Although I had prepared a convincing explanation for the laptop and lady Amara’s incident, King’s darkened face urged me to piss him off more.
Obviously, it was a new height of stupidity. But what was life without risk?
I feigned ignorance and put on a mask of innocence on my fa
