From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Humiliation

Third–Person POV:

The receptionist asked, “Can I get your name?”

“Hilda Graves,” she snapped.

Who did this woman think she was, looking at her like that?

The second she and Finn were officially together, firing this insufferable receptionist would be her first order of business.

Unbelievable.

The receptionist immediately called Finn’s assistant, Paul.

He picked up after a couple rings. “Yeah?”

“Paul, there’s a woman here claiming to be Alpha Finn’s fiancée. She wants access to his office.”

Paul blinked. “What?”

“Hilda Graves. She says she’s Alpha Finn’s fiancée, brought him lunch, and wants to know when he’ll be back.”

The receptionist practically dripped sarcasm into the word “fiancée“.

While she spoke, she glanced at Hilda.

Hilda caught the look and bristled even more.

Was this how Finn ran his company? Letting his staff treat visitors like this?

On the other end of the line, there was a solid ten seconds of silence.

Long enough that the receptionist checked her screen to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.

“Paul? You still there?”

“Alpha Finn says to throw her out.”

The receptionist hung up and looked at Hilda.

Hilda hadn’t caught what Paul said. She was too busy preening, smoothing down her designer dress.

“So? Can I wait in his office now?”

Did this girl have any idea who she was dealing with? She was a Graves.

No one in Gilneas City stopped a Graves from going anywhere.

Making her wait ten minutes–she’d deal with that later.

The receptionist studied Hilda for a moment.

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Chapter 132 Humiliation

Then, without a word, she picked up the phone and dialed another number. It connected fast.

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Her voice was cool and professional. “Send two security guards to the front desk. We have a guest who needs escorting out.”

Hilda’s face went rigid.

The receptionist set the phone down calmly.

Hilda’s composure shattered. “What did you just say? ‘Escorting out‘?”

She’d heard that phrase before–at Graves Pack functions, when unwanted guests needed removing.

Was this woman actually trying to have her thrown out?

Hilda’s expression darkened by the second.

The receptionist looked at her, expressionless. “Miss Graves. Are you leaving on your own, or do we wait for security to assist you?”

“You’d dare have me thrown out? Do you know who my brother is? Julian Graves. You want to get yourself fired?”

The receptionist didn’t blink. “I don’t have the authority to fire myself.”

Hilda froze.

She didn’t have the authority.

Right. A receptionist wouldn’t. So the person behind this was…

“Finn’s been here the whole time, hasn’t he? He never left.”

Her voice went shrill.

“He won’t see me?”

The receptionist said evenly, “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Slap.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Hilda’s hand connected with her cheek.

Finn and Paul walked through the main doors just in time to see it.

Finn’s expression went arctic.

Paul’s jaw tightened. No one–no one–pulled that kind of stunt at Livingston Group.

“You’re just a receptionist. Who the hell do you think you are, keeping me out? What, working in a fancy building makes you forget your place?”

Hilda was screaming now, years of entitlement pouring out.

The receptionist kept one hand on her stinging cheek, her eyes fixed on Hilda. She’d already spotted Finn. She said nothing.

“Tell Finn I don’t bring lunch for just anyone. He’d better appreciate it.”

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A voice cut through from behind her. “No need. I heard it myself.”

Hilda whipped around.

Finn stood there, his gaze cold and lethal.

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