Chapter 170
Ruby, Smith’s former lead designer, had recently defected to the Miller pack. It was a calculated move!
My wolf felt a surge of icy fury at the betrayal.
An elder slammed his fist on the table in outrage.
“We should not have released her so readily!”
“What is the point of such pronouncements now?” another elder sighed. “We must determine our course of action.”
Silence descended once more. They recognized that the Miller pack had disrupted their plans.
Their meticulously crafted unveiling now seemed futile.
“The Miller pack has even announced Ruby as their new lead designer.”
This aggravated Smith’s predicament.
“Mr. Smith, postpone the unveiling; avoid a direct clash with the Miller pack,” a high–ranking elder proposed.
The suggestion quickly gained traction.
“The Miller pack has already seized the initiative; if we proceed now…” another elder said, his apprehension evident.
A flurry of discussion erupted; they felt disoriented and panicked.
My wolf sensed their fear, a weakness to be exploited.
“Slap!” Grayson’s stylus struck the table, silencing the room.
His presence commanded attention, his sharp scent overpowering the air.
His icy gaze swept the room, a sneer playing on his lips.
“What is this panic?” his voice, low, resonant, and authoritative, cut through the tension.“We should have anticipated this when Ruby departed. I was prepared.”
His wolf exuded confidence, a reassuring presence.
Silence returned. They were astonished and perplexed. Grayson was decisive and always prepared, but the Miller pack’s actions were swift and ruthless; they hadn’t foreseen this; what recourse did they possess?
The elders exchanged uneasy glances but dared not speak. They understood Grayson’s ruthless efficiency and decisiveness. He had assumed control of the Smith pack at sixteen; elders had attempted to manipulate him, but he had crushed them with unwavering
resolve.
And now, backed by the formidable Smith family of the capital, his position was unassailable.
To offend him was to offend the entire Smith family.
The Smith Group’s unveiling proceeded as planned. The location was simple yet elegant, radiating understated luxury. Every detail was meticulously considered; the lighting, music, and stage design harmonized perfectly with the overall theme.
My wolf approved.
Alexander even dispatched spies to observe, a sly grin on his lips as he envisioned Smith’s defeat.
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The unveiling commenced; everyone anticipated mediocre designs, but the screen showcased a series of breathtaking creations. These designs were bold and unconventional, unlike Ruby’s style, possessing a distinct Eastern influence.
Each design was a masterpiece; the lines were fluid; the colors were harmonious; the details were exquisite.
My wolf admired the artistry.
These designs instantly captivated everyone. The reporters snapped photos furiously, capturing every stunning moment. The audience gasped in awe, deeply moved by the creativity and beauty. Suddenly, the Smith Group’s unveiling became the focal point, completely eclipsing the Miller pack’s.
“Now, let us welcome the designer.”
My wolf’s pride swelled.

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