Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 291

Sylvia’s POV:

I almost couldn’t believe my ears when Ethan said he’d give me a chance to investigate the matter of Rufus being framed. Stuck in a trance, it wasn’t until Flora gently tugged at my sleeve that I realized that Ethan had already left the hall.

“Come on, Sylvia. Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay.”

I quickly headed towards the exit along with Flora and the others. However, as soon as we reached the door, Warren’s father stopped us.

“Warren, come here right now!” the middle-aged werewolf barked, his voice trembling with rage.

Warren stopped abruptly in his tracks. His eyes swept towards the angry-looking werewolf and a trace of fear flashed on his face. Glancing at us briefly, he turned around promptly and walked towards his father.

“Oh, my God! His dad’s terrifying!” Flora murmured anxiously, hiding behind me.

Eyeing the middle-aged werewolf with a long face, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Warren. His father looked incredibly strict and must’ve been very difficult to deal with.

On the other hand, Harry was smiling brightly. He trotted over to us playfully and said, “Poor Warren. Unlike my dear father, his has a stick up his a*s. Like father, like son, I suppose. My dad always spoils me.”

Flora rolled her eyes and snorted impatiently. Just as she opened her mouth to give Harry an earful, a burly middle-aged werewolf approached us. Flora’s expression immediately changed and she forced a fake smile. “Yes, Harry! Your father’s amazing. No wonder you grew up to be such an excellent young man!”

Harry, who was standing in front of us with his back to the approaching werewolf, was blissfully unaware of what was coming. He yammered on endlessly, his voice echoing across the hall.

Helpless, I winked at Harry meaningfully. But he didn’t seem to catch my drift. He shook his head proudly.

“Just wait and see. My father will show just how caring he is later. He may seem fierce in public just now, but that was all an act. In private, he spoils me to no end!”

This time, I coughed loudly in the hopes that he would look behind him, but it was too late.

The burly, middle-aged werewolf grabbed Harry by his shoulder and yanked him backward. Harry lost his footing immediately and fell on his butt.

“What the hell?! How dare you—” Just as Harry looked up at the perpetrator to threaten him, all the color drained from his face. “I’m doomed…”

“What are you doing? Get up!” Harry’s father roared, glaring at him fiercely. Frightened like a child, Harry jumped to his feet and walked towards his father like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

Flora’s body trembled violently as she tried so hard to stifle her laughter.

I too was at a loss whether to burst into tears or giggles, wondering if I should stop the father-son duo from quarreling. However, before I could do anything, Harry’s father suddenly smiled brightly and patted Harry on the shoulder.

“Well done, my son!” Chuckling, he pointed at Warren’s father who was standing in the distance with a long face.

Not only Harry, but also Flora and I were stunned speechless.

“Dad, let’s just get this over with. Scold me already!” Harry’s eyes were filled with panic, as if he was scared that his father would slap him in the next second.

“What? Why should I scold you?” Harry’s father ruffled Harry’s hair lovingly. “You did well today. Go and take your friends somewhere nice. Oh, if you don’t have enough money, just call and I can transfer more to you.”

“Okay…”

Harry’s father left in high spirits, leaving Harry—and me and Flora—at a loss.

Just then, Shawn came over from the other side and we heard his grating voice from afar.

“Oh, I finally found you! Where do you think you’re going, little slave? Don’t you know that you’re supposed to greet your master when you see him?”

I didn’t want to waste even a second on him, so I quickly grabbed Flora’s and Harry’s hands and started walking away. However, Shawn blocked our path.

“F**k off!” I spat at Shawn coldly.

Now that I was looking at him, I noticed how chubby he was getting. It seemed that he was enjoying himself these days. ‘I wonder if his fat can shield him from a beating,’ I found myself thinking.

Shawn sneered contemptuously and grabbed me by the wrist.

I didn’t waste time talking nonsense with him. I just grabbed his wrist and threw him over my shoulder to the ground, trampling him hard under my feet.