Chapter 432
Chapter 432:
By 6:00 AM, I was standing on the damp, perfectly manicured green of the Shinnecock Hills Golf Club. The morning fog clung to the fairway, chilling me to the bone, but the dormant White Wolf in the back of my mind radiated an icy, strategic calm.
A few yards away, Richard Davenport was lining up a putt. The Alpha Patriarch of the Davenport Pack didn’t even look up as his private security stepped into my path.
I didn’t flinch. I bypassed the guards and stepped directly into his line of sight.
“Three hundred percent return on investment within three years, Mr. Davenport,” I said, my voice cutting through the misty air like glass.
Richard paused, his putter hovering over the ball. He finally looked at me, his dark eyes narrowing.
“I know Isabelle Sterling handed you a high-risk evaluation report on the Wolfe Hotel Group,” I continued, holding out my project brief. “But her numbers are fabricated. She tanked the evaluation because of a personal vendetta against me — her fiancé’s ex-girlfriend. She is using Davenport Pack capital to settle a petty human grudge p>
The temperature on the green seemed to drop. An Alpha could tolerate many things, but putting personal ego above the Pack’s bottom line was not one of them.
𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯
Richard snatched the folder from my hand, his jaw ticking with barely contained fury. He scanned the real data, his sharp business instincts immediately recognizing the massive profit margins Isabelle had tried to bury.
“If these numbers are accurate,” Richard said, his voice dangerously quiet, “we will finalize the terms today. And I will deal with my future daughter-in-law’s lack of professionalism p>
I offered a polite, razor-thin smile. “I look forward to it p>
I wouldn’t need to be in Isabelle’s corner office at Sterling Capital two hours later to know exactly how the Alpha Patriarch handled a liability. I could easily picture Richard storming through her heavy oak doors, slamming my proposal onto her glass desk. His furious Alpha scent would have suffocated the human girl, making her tremble in pure terror. He would have called her a stupid, arrogant burden, threatening to exile her from the Davenport family entirely.
And as the ultimate punishment, Richard stripped her of her authority, ordering Isabelle to act as my personal legal servant. She was commanded to flawlessly execute the very deal she had tried to sabotage.
It was a flawless victory for my Pack. But in my triumph, I underestimated the venom of a humiliated human.
What I couldn’t possibly know as I left the golf course was what happened the second Richard walked out of Isabelle’s office. Shaking with pure, unadulterated hatred, Isabelle picked up her phone and called her chief corporate lawyer. Driven by a desperate need for vengeance, she ordered him to bury a highly concealed legal landmine deep within my final B-round financing contract — a trap designed to be invisible to my legal team, waiting to detonate and destroy the Wolfe Pack when I least expected it.
Blissfully unaware of the viper’s plot being laid in the shadows, I checked my watch.