In Silver Blade Pack.
A black Benz was parked by the street.
Beside the car, a chubby, middle-aged woman was sitting in an armchair letting a maid rub her fat shoulder from the back.
“How much longer?” Mrs. Hellen Ravenwood closed her eyes and asked.
A short and stout man was smoking his pipe with his son by the roadside.
“About half an hour.” Mr. Paul Ravenwood checked his phone and said.
“Mom, you might want to stand up and wait for Alpha Damien to arrive.” Their youngest son John said to Hellen, breathing out a smoke.
“Why on earth would I have to stand up?” Hellen grunted, “Chloe is the love of his life! Alpha Damien favors us now. We no longer have to be as cautious as we were when Aurora was around. I am telling you, adopting Chloe was the best decision we ever made!”
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