Chapter 395 The Wrong Visitors

Sandra’s POV

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At the door of the presidential suite, the faint trace of Kirby’s mint pheromones lingered in the air, convincing me Michael hadn’t lied.

I rang the bell, adjusting the hem of my slip dress with anticipation, ready to greet Kirby in the most alluring way.

But when the door opened, it was Leslie standing there. Our eyes met, and my heart nearly stopped.

Damn it!

Michael said this was Kirby’s room!

So why was Leslie the one answering the door?!

My wolf howled in panic. iWe’re /iifinished/ii–/iiran /iiinto /iithe /iireal /iione/ii! /i

I was trying to seduce her ex. Of course I felt guilty.

Leslie, however, regained herposure instantly, her gaze sweeping over me with icy sharpness, as though she’d already seen through my intentions.

That look was like a de, and I wanted to sink into the floor.

I stammered, “…Leslie, I–I’m sorry, I didn’t know… you were here.”

Her lips curved faintly, the kind of smile light as mist. She casually pulled the door wider. “Kirby doesn’t live here. This is my room. Want toe in and take a look?”

I shook my head furiously, retreating a step, my heart thundering.

Take a look? Was she joking? It felt like I’d just been caught red–handed, and shame burned me alive.

If it were anyone else, I might not be so afraid. But this was Leslie, the little princess of Rogue

Pack.

Even Michael treated her with exaggerated caution. Just thinking of that made my legs go weak.

“No, no… no need. I wasn’t really looking for him. I was just… worried Kirby might’ve been upset during filming today…”

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The excuse tumbled from my lips, flimsy and pathetic.

My wolf groaned. Sandrai, /iithat /iiexcuse /iiis /iigarbage/ii! /i

Terror knotted my chest, afraid she wouldn’t believe me.

Leslie frowned, clearly uninterested in my exnation.

She wouldn’t tear me apart on the spot, would she?

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Then she pulled out her phone, her calm voice making me tremble even more. “I’ll help you call Kirby. You can exin to him directly.”

“No!” The word burst out of me, my face draining of color.

My wolf screamed. iIf /iishe /iireally /iicalls /iihim/ii, /iiyou’re /iidead/ii! /i

I waved my hands frantically. “I just realized… tomorrow will do! Sorry to disturb you, Leslie. Good night!”

I bolted for the elevator, terrified she might follow.

The button lit under my shaking finger, my heart pounding so loud it might burst.

It wasn’t about alpha dominance. She hadn’t released a shred of pressure.

But I couldn’t even lift my eyes to meet hers.

Damn it–Michael set me up!

Leslie’s POV

Back inside the suite, I had barely shut the door and returned to the sofa when the doorbell rang again, sharp and urgent.

My brows knitted.

Asphodel sneered. iHmph/ii, /iithat /iishe/i–iwolf /iiregretted /iirunning /iioff /iiso /iisoon/i?

Even if she had, it was none of my concern.

I walked over unhurriedly and opened the door.

But instead of Sandra, Chloe stood outside. fnf288 Readplete version only at Find~Novel/fnf288

She wore a pale sleep dress that hugged her curves, her neckline revealing just enough to tease. Her light makeup avoided gaudiness, leaving her both pure and enticing–more tempting than

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Sandra had managed.

I froze for a moment, then regained myposure.

Asphodel’sugh was biting. iAnother /iione /iihere /iito /iithrow /iiherself /iat Kirby.

“Kirby…” Chloe’s voice was soft, her head bowed, the bottle of wine in her hands clinking gently against two sses. “I brought this myself… would you like to try it?”

An excuse even clumsier than Sandra’s.

When no answer came, she bit her lip and timidly lifted her eyes.

Seeing me, her face went pale in an instant. “Leslie… you….”

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