Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 552

Sylvia’s POV:

When Rufus took out the pendant, his expression changed dramatically. “Noreen’s scent is on it.”

“What?! How?” Leonard’s eyes also went as wide as saucers. When Leonard came, we told him about the black witch. We didn’t hide it from him anymore. So now he knew that our other purpose of coming here was to find Noreen and save Blair.

“Geoffrey never mentioned this pendant before. It seems that he’s still hiding something from us,” Rufus said coldly as he eyed the pendant in his hand.

Rufus and Leonard proceeded to discuss the potential origin of the pendant. I stood quietly aside without saying anything, but my heart was secretly in turmoil.

I remembered clear as day that my mother wore the exact same pendant when I was a child. One day, I accidentally knocked the pendant against the staircase, leaving a small chip on its corner.

The pendant Rufus was holding now had the exact same chip. That could only mean that they were one and the same pendant!

This whole time, I thought that the pendant was cremated with my mother’s body. Why would it appear here for no reason? And it carried the scent of Noreen, too…

My heart raced wildly in my chest and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. After taking a few deep breaths, I asked, “Can I see it?”

Rufus handed over the pendant. Its cold touch made me shiver. I was sure that I had held this pendant before.

It seemed that the pendant was indeed my mother’s.

“What’s wrong, Sylvia?” Only then did Rufus notice that there was something wrong with my expression.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head. After thinking about it for a while, I decided not to say anything about it. I just suggested that I keep the pendant.

Rufus looked hesitant. He seemed to be worried that I might have anything to do with the black witch. He had that exact look on his face whenever we talked about Noreen before.

“Let me keep the pendant first. Flora’s father runs a gem business. Maybe she would know where the pendant’s from.”

I needed to figure out why my mother’s pendant had Noreen’s scent on it, so I insisted on keeping the pendant.

“Okay, I’ll leave it with you.” Without any hesitation, Rufus nodded.

Just then, Rufus’ phone rang. He answered it briskly and listened to whatever the caller had to say.

“It’s Warren. He’s coming now. He’s probably going to talk about the result of the interrogation,” Rufus said after hanging up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Warren arrived. His clothes were stained with b***d. It seemed that the interrogation didn’t go as smoothly as we had expected.

“Thank you for your hard work,” Rufus said gruffly, patting him on the shoulder. Then he gestured at a chair for Warren to sit down.

Warren sat down heavily and told us about the result. “Layla was sold to an auction house for her beauty.”

“No wonder we haven’t found any trace of her,” I said with a frown.

“Their bargaining chip now is Layla. But they don’t know what state she’s in.” Warren gulped down some water and then took a deep breath. “Once werewolf slaves enter the vampire auction house, they’re just doomed. Even if they manage to survive that, there are many ways for vampires to torture the captured werewolves.”

Rufus frowned and his mind raced. “Exchange the vampires we captured for Layla.”

“Okay. Those vampire are useless to us anyway.” I agreed with Rufus’ suggestion immediately. No matter what, we had to prioritize saving Layla. If she hadn’t rushed to help me, she wouldn’t have been in captivity now.

“I’ll call Hobson,” Rufus said promptly as he took out his phone.

“Where’d you get Hobson’s number?” I asked curiously.

“Geoffrey told me about it on his first day behind bars. You were busy at the orphanage at the time,” Rufus explained in a low voice.

The phone was quickly connected. Rufus put it on speaker, and the old, shaky voice of Hobson sounded from the other end of the line.