Chapter 71
Third Person POV
At the same time.
In the banquet hall.
Seeing the steady stream of guests arriving, Ashley smiled radiantly. Today she wore a pristine white tulle dress, with the diamond necklace that Ferris had spent over a hundred million to bid on adorning her neck.
As Aurora had suspected, Ashley indeed knew about Aurora’s grandmother’s birthday and had deliberately scheduled her housewarming party for today.
Remembering the scene of Aurora she had witnessed at the villa before, her anger flared.
However, Ferris had compensated her afterwards, spending so much money to buy her all these things.
Thinking about how Aurora’s invited guests had all been lured to her side, Ashley felt even better.
Her best friend Clara whispered with a laugh: “Aurora’s banquet probably doesn’t have many people left now, right? Pfft, they went to such great lengths preparing everything, only to be unable to keep their guests. How embarrassing.”
Someone immediately chimed in: “Of course, our Ashley is the future Luna of our Silver Moon pack. Who could have more influence than her?”
Many people knew about how Ferris had spent over four hundred million that day to bid on four auction items for Ashley.
With Ferris showing such regard for Ashley, many at the venue wanted to curry favor with her.
Seeing her wearing the necklace today, someone flattered: “This necklace really suits you. Alpha Ferris has excellent taste.”
Ashley smiled: “Thank you.”
At this moment, Evan and Ethan also arrived.
Seeing them, the guests all rushed forward, competing to approach them.
After all, these two held extraordinary status and position in the Silver Moon pack.
Ethan was from the most ancient noble werewolf lineage in Silver Moon pack, the premier family beneath the Alpha family, serving as guardians to successive
Alphas with tremendous power.
Evan Warrick was even more mysterious – almost no one knew his family background, but no one doubted his strength and noble bloodline.
Some elderly werewolves even whispered privately that ancient blood flowed through his veins – a more ancient, purer royal lineage.
Today he wore an exquisitely tailored deep black formal suit, his demeanor elegant and understated.
Clara had seen Evan before, and seeing him again today, her face immediately flushed beneath her exquisite makeup.
Seeing Clara’s lovestruck expression, Ashley’s gaze shifted, understanding the situation.
She felt somewhat disdainful, thinking Clara wasn’t worthy of Evan. She was an empty–headed woman with no merits except for having Ethan as her brother and a powerful family bloodline.
Clara proactively approached Evan to chat. Evan maintained politeness in his responses – not cold, but not warm either.
They presented their gifts to Ashley and asked: “Where’s Ferris? Hasn’t he arrived yet?”
Ashley said: “He’s had some minor issues with his business these past two days that haven’t been completely resolved. So I heard he’ll be arriving later.”
Hearing this. Evan and Ethan nodded without asking further questions.
Aurora’s POV
On the other side.
Although many guests had left, grandmother didn’t hastily end the banquet.
She always valued propriety – even with fewer spectators, she didn’t skip any of the proper procedures.
I found an opportunity to roughly explain the situation to her.
After hearing this, she showed no sign of disappointment. Instead, she grasped my hand and spoke in a tone that was gentle yet firm:
“The human nature – you’ll learn to see through it sooner or later. You’re still young, so encountering these things is good. It’s better to recognize them early than to suffer greater hardships later.”
I nodded, feeling an indescribable bitterness in my heart.
Grandmother paused, then smiled and patted the back of my hand: “But don’t worry about me. I’m old and have seen everything I need to see in this lifetime. It’s you I’m concerned about – don’t always put others first.”
After confirming that all remaining guests had arrived, she took the stage to give a speech, thanking the guests for coming and graciously apologizing for the earlier interruption that had affected everyone’s mood, earning applause from the audience below.
I asked Milo from below the stage: “When will the guest you invited arrive?”
Milo checked his phone and pulled me aside, saying: “He’s here. Come with me downstairs to meet him.”
I nodded and had just turned around when I heard a familiar voice speak coldly: “No need, I’m already here.”
