Chapter 84: Desperate Claims
(Alexander's POV)
I paced back and forth in my study, the phone pressed tightly against my ear. My frustration was simmering just beneath the surface. Scarlett’s voice on the line didn’t help—it was sharp, cold, and full of defiance.
"Is it true?" I demanded, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the phone harder. "About the owner of the beachfront mansion? A sixty-year-old werewolf?"
Scarlett’s laughter cut through me like a blade. It wasn’t warm or kind. It was biting, mocking, meant to slice through every last shred of my patience.
"Yes, that’s true," she replied casually. "Why? Are you curious about my business dealings now, Alexander? Funny how you didn’t care three years ago."
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my voice steady. "You’re deliber
