Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Next Target: Lucas Lloyd

Chapter 349: Next Target: Lucas Lloyd

(Author’s POV)

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“The Eden that seems like paradise is but a hypocritical gilded cage. Glory is fleeting, eventually returning to dust under the moonlight…”

As *Gilded Cage* played halfway through, the lyrics lashed against the air in the VIP booth like a whip.

The satire regarding decaying power was unmistakable.

Griffin Drake’s eyes instantly turned sinister, resembling a beast whose territory had been violated.

He sat up abruptly.

He smashed the expensive cigar in his mouth ruthlessly onto the plush carpet.

Sparks flew in all directions.

In a blind rage, he kicked over the marble coffee table in front of him.

The heavy stone slab crashed over with a deafening noise.

The sound of shattering glass exploded within the confined space.

Lucas Lloyd’s phone tumbled to the ground along with expensive bottles of wine and crystal glasses.

The screen cracked upon impact.

Yet, Amelia’s piercing voice continued to pour stubbornly from the speakers.

It seemed to mock their utter incompetence.

“Griffin…”

Lucas was pale with fright.

He shrank into the corner of the sofa, trembling.

He didn’t even have the courage to pick up his phone.

He dared not use his usual flattering honorifics, terrified of provoking the enraged Alpha further.

Standing to the side, Arthur York’s face was equally ashen.

As an Alpha well–versed in music, he naturally understood the deep meaning within the lyrics.

Amelia’s song was not just arranged with heavenly skill.

The lyrics were a direct satire of wealthy families like the Drake Pack and the Gale Pack.

She was saying they looked arrogant on the outside but were rotting from the inside.

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Griffin clearly felt this was a direct humiliation directed at the Drake family.

He looked like a male lion that had been thoroughly provoked.

He turned his head slowly.

His gaze fixed coldly on Arthur.

“Alpha York, I am not as sensitive to the commercial value of music as you are.”

Griffin’s voice was dangerously low.

“From your experience, can this song of Amelia’s… top the charts?”

Cold sweat seeped from Arthur’s forehead.

He dared not look directly into Griffin’s eyes.

He stammered, forced to admit the truth.

“This song… the production standard is extremely high. It strikes directly at the heart.”

Arthur swallowed hard.

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“There is a high probability… it will sweep the entire internet and become the blockbuster of the year.”

“Compared to Caleb Stone’s new songs?”

Griffin’s voice dropped to a terrifying whisper.

Arthur’s voice trembled as he spoke the cruel reality.

“Caleb’s songs have perfect technique. But Amelia’s songs… that is a resonance of the soul.”

He lowered his head.

“Her potential, I’m afraid, is above Caleb’s.”

Griffin let out a sneer that made everyone’s hair stand on end.

He roared at Lucas.

“Change the song!”

Lucas scrambled to pick up his cracked phone.

His fingers shook as he switched to the next track, *Deliverance*.

However, this track had barely played halfway when the atmosphere grew heavier.

The melody sounded like the ethereal chanting of an ancient Priestess.

It grated on Griffin’s nerves, making him even more irritable.

“Enough! Turn it off!”

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Griffin roared with a dark expression.

The VIP booth instantly fell into a dead silence.

The air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

Lucas and Arthur shivered, afraid the anger would spill over onto them.

Celine Stone sat hidden in the shadows.

Her fingernails dug deeply into her palms.

Jealousy gnawed at her heart like a poisonous snake.

She could not accept reality.

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That wild girl, who had been thrown into a den of rogue wolves by her own mother, actually possessed

such crushing talent.

Griffin stood up and adjusted his collar.

He let out a self–deprecating, cold laugh.

“Even a layman like me can hear the gap.”

He looked around the messy room with disdain.

“I must be crazy. I exhausted my efforts to target her, but instead, I became a stepping stone paving her

way.”

With that, he slammed the door and left, carrying an aura of hostility.

Arthur collapsed onto the sofa.

He realized that Caleb, whom he had spent a fortune to poach, had completely lost.

Lucas fell into a massive panic.

If Amelia continued to win, the terms of their bet would come into effect.

He would have to be chained like a mixed–blood Mutt.-

He would have to perform a “Walk of Shame” broadcast live to the entire internet.

That was a humiliation no werewolf could survive.

He could only pray that Griffin would find a way to completely destroy Amelia tomorrow.

Meanwhile, online reviews for the three songs were already exploding.

Listeners marveled at the ancient wolf language integrated into *Deliverance*.

They spoke of its power to heal the mind.

The comment section was filled with praise.

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“This is the Moon Goddess’s blessing.”

“My soul has been washed clean.”

The wind of public opinion had turned completely to one side.

Amelia was being lifted onto a divine altar.

On the other side of the city, Caleb sat alone in the recording studio.

He had just finished sending a birthday wish to Amelia.

At this moment, he looked at the polarized comments online.

His heart was filled with mixed flavors.

He originally thought that as long as he stood at the peak, he would be qualified to ask for Amelia’s

forgiveness.

But as he listened to Amelia’s three songs with trembling hands, a huge sense of defeat drowned him.

That was a crushing dominance of talent.

It was a depth of soul he could not reach.

He realized he had not only lost this musical duel.

He had also completely lost the chance to lift his head in front of this proud sister.

(Amelia’s POV)

The bedroom was filled with the faint scent of lavender.

I put down my phone.

I had just exchanged goodnights with Theodore Crimson.

Although that man had inconvenient legs, his text messages were powerful.

Every word was like his presence at the Alpha gathering, full of control.

It made me feel unexpectedly at ease.

In my mind, my wolf Ava wagged her tail proudly.

She seemed very satisfied with tonight’s victory.

She even urged me to transform and howl at the moon.

I ignored her antics and picked up my phone again.

I opened the encrypted group chat named “Northgate Elite“.

Looking at the dead silence inside, I curled the corners of my lips.

I typed directly into the chat box, tagging Lucas.

Amelia Stone: Hey, that loyal Mutt. Have you finished listening to my songs? Ready to eat your words?)

I paused for a second before typing again.

Amelia Stone: (A kind reminder. You have three days left. If Starlight Entertainment hasrit gone bankrupt by then, our bet goes into effect. The next one I’m coming for is you]

Almost instantly, Natasha jumped out.

Natasha Crimson [Future Luna, I’ve already picked out the sturdiest dog chain for you. It’s pink. It suits Lucas’s temperament perfectly-

The indicator on Lucas’s side showed “Typing…”

But after a long time, no message was sent out.

He was obviously too angry or too scared to reply.

I didn’t stop there.

A cold light flashed in my eyes.

My slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

I continued to tag Lucas Lloyd, but these words were clearly meant for the person standing behind him.

Amelia Stone: [Tell that Alpha Griffin something for me. After I finish dealing with you lackeys, he is next in line. Tell him to protect his throat well. Don’t let him lose the chance to even beg for mercy when the time comes.]

The other werewolf elites lurking in the group stared at the message in shock.

They all gasped, feeling the chill through the screen.

In this moment, everyone realized clearly.

Amelia Stone was not joking.

This woman was truly declaring war on the arrogant Drake Pack.

And it was going to be a fight to the death.