Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 642

Rufus’ POV:

“What’re you trying to say? Spit it out already!”

Richard was always like this. He would always build up to say something, but he wouldn’t say it all at once.

Annoyed, Richard took out his phone and held it in front of me. “You sent this message to me!” read the message and frowned tightly. “I didn’t send this.”

Whoever sent the message knew about the potted plant’s effect and had specifically instructed Richard to destroy the flower within three days.

“It wasn’t you? Then who else could’ve sent it? Oh, my God! Did someone close to you betray you?

Hahaha, Rufus, this is golden!” Richard smirked gloatingly.

I pursed my lips uneasilỳ Whoever sent the message couldn’t have been anyone close to me.

Flora and the others only knew that the flower could remove the curse, but they didn’t know how long it would take.

Since whoever sent the message knew everything

so clearly, then it had to be..

“Were you able to contact the person again?”

Richard shrugged. “Not after that.”

Without saying anything, I snatched his phone out of his hands and gave it to my subordinate. “Trace the number.”

Richard was not convinced. He tried to take his phone back, protesting, “You can just take down the number. Why confiscate my phone?”

Ignoring him, the sense of uneasiness grew in my heart. I didn’t expect that besides Richard, there was anyone else plotting against me.

Whoever it was, things clearly weren’t that simple.

I racked my brains and tried to come up with a list of potential suspects, but I only ran into dead ends.

Only one name lingered in my mind in the end: Noreen.

I had a vague feeling that there was something at play that was out of my control. Every step I took now seemed to have been precisely arranged by someone’else.

Richard pursed his lips unhappily and threw himself on the sofa. “What’re you going to do with me?”

Then he snorted, “I didn’t do anything bad; I just destroyed a plant. At worst, I’ll be grounded for a few more days.”

I sneered. Richard was so naive.

“I haven’t settled accounts with you regarding what happened in the forbidden forest yet.”

Richard sat bolt upright, looking shocked and angry.

He pounded on the sofa and shouted, “Rufus!”

“Why aren’t you calling me brother anymore?

Finally tired of pretending?” I slipped my hands into my pockets and looked at him indifferently.

Richard suddenly stood up and pointed at me, cursing, “Bah! And what kind of brother are you?

You’re nothing but a shameless villain who pretends to be noble! Shame on you! How dare you raise an issue over something that happened so long ago?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and snorted in annoyance.

His incessant noises made my eardrums hurt. I had half a mind to gag him on the spot.

Giving up on me, Richard turned to our father and begged, “Save me, Father..”

I raised my eyebrows and took a look at our father expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

He seemed to be in a dilemma. Finally, he sighed and said, “It’s up to Rufus.”

Then he turned around and scurried off, as though he was scared to be caught in the crossfire.

But as he passed by me, he whispered in my ear,

“Don’t forget that he’s your brother after all.”

He didn’t say anything more, but I knew what he meant: he wanted me to be lenient.

I sneered. As soon as the door was closed behind him, I stepped forward, grabbed Richard by the neck and locked eyes with him gloomily. “It’s time we settled accounts, brother.”