Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1179

Crystal’s POV:

Rufus’ imitation skills had been excellent, and our little encounter went through without a hitch.

I patted his shoulder and nodded at him in amazement. “Impressive. The Lycan King is truly talented. I never imagined you to have mastered voice imitation, of all things!”

His lips curled into a smile. “It’s just a trick of the sound. I won’t be able to fool anyone in close proximity.”

“Still, very impressive.” I pressed my lips together, feeling somewhat salty at Rufus’ talents. The man was capable of anything! There seemed to be nothing he couldn’t do, and even the most monumental tasks ended up being a walk in the park with him by my side

Even now, if he hadn’t offered his help, I would probably still searching aimlessly for my son, all caught up in a frenzy to think logically.

“Even if you weren’t a king, I’m sure you would have made a successful businessman, or a scientist, even,” I found myself muttering in a sullen tone. “You’re so intelligent, after all. You learn almost anything in no time.”

Rufus chuckled and patted my head. “All right, enough of that. Let’s hurry to the meeting place.”

“Right. And don’t forget the red box.” I popped the lid closed and lifted the box, surprised at how heavy it was. Why did Lee even need so many protective suits in the first place?

“Let me do it,” Rufus said as he took the box from me and kicked the door open without breaking a sweat.

The she-wolf in the pink mask had specified the back door as part of the location, so we couldn’t take the main entryway. We would either have to use the freight elevator or the emergency stairs.

At this point, there were no more performances, and all that filled the waiting rooms was an eerie silence.

For a while, we struggled to find the way to the back door. The building’s emergency exits seemed to have all been converted into dressing rooms or storage areas, and there wasn’t even a freight elevator in sight. We ended up leaving through the front door. Fortunately, there weren’t many people around, and Rufus and I were in costumes -practically the staff’s uniform-so we didn’t attract any attention.

After walking around for a bit, we came across someone with a cart of water jugs. He was obviously a delivery man. Rufus and I quickly followed his trail, knowing that he was bound to lead us to the blasted freight elevator.

Sure enough, we boarded the elevator and went down. The doors opened straight to the back door, which we learned was used to transport kitchen wastewater in particular.

“We need to find the yellow trash cans,” I whispered, my eyes already darting around. Rufus tugged at my sleeve and nodded in a certain direction. “Over there.”

I followed his gaze and spotted four large, yellow trash bins standing in a row. And beyond that was parked a long sedan, with a few clowns milling about and smoking. “Once we go over, don’t say anything,”

Rufus whispered as he led the way. “I’ll handle the conversation.”

I was just about to fall in step behind him when I noticed the she-wolf in the pink mask walking from the opposite direction. With her was a child wearing a similar clown mask. Even with the disguise, I would

never mistake that tiny figure! It was Arron!

I was pumped up with relief and excitement that I almost pulled Rufus back, but he was already striding a few feet ahead. What was more, the other clowns had already spotted him, and looked like they were itching to speak to him.

I floundered for a second, unable to make a choice. I bit my l*p as my thoughts raced. If I yelled out, it would definitely draw everyone’s attention, and I couldn’t fake my voice like Rufus did. I would be exposed as soon as I opened my mouth.

I glanced at Rufus. He was chatting away with the other clowns, who had already taken the red box off his hands.

I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes at this time, nor could I miss out on the opportunity that had fallen on my lap. Gritting my teeth, I turned away from Rufus and chased after Arron.