Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Fears; Astonishment; Confidence

(Myra’s POV)

"You, see over there ... that place, it’s the Crown Opulence," Yelena spoke as a magnificent and marvelous edifice came into my peripheral vision. I was awestruck by how gigantic and spectacular the architecture seemed. The Quintuplet mirror towers stood erect, making a concave pentagon like shape. Or you could say, it looked like a Queen’s crown, hence the name, the Crown Opulence.

"Ohhh ...... my heavens. What in the divine world is this piece of infrastructure? I bet my life that there are about fifty stories in each tower. Ohhh~ ...... how I so wished that I had my sketchbook with me right now. It looks so damn cool," Wendy exclaimed.

Yelena smirked and said, "To be precise, it’s seventy, each .... And~ ... do you see the topmost floor ...." She pointed.

"Umhmmm~ Although it’s hurting my neck and isn’t clear, I can see a little bit. Hehh~," Wendy remarked.

"There are glass bridges connecting the towers with each other. And each one has its own penthouse suite, from which one can see all over Esteria," Yelena explained like a guide.

"Holy Sh~ ... cow ... How much does it even cost to stay a night there, huhh? Ten thousand dollars? No, ... hundred thousand dollars? Maybe, worth a fortune?" Wendy was astonished. I know how fascinated she gets when she sees something like this. Maybe it’s the artist inside her that gets curious. Or maybe she is just into luxurious stuff.

"For some people, yes, it can be worth an arm and a leg, or their entire fortune. But for the elite class, multimillionaire, billionaire types, who can splurge without a care, that’s not the case. It is just pocket change for them," I stated my opinion.

Of course, people like us, the middle income family ones, don’t even dream of going to such an upscale place. Let alone staying there, that too in one of the penthouse suites.

And to be very honest, I don’t really want to. Being filthy rich and all is good, but a plutocrat status comes with a cost of having too many enemies who are constantly after your blood and their life is filled with constant stress and pressure. After all, what happened to me in Kimberg is an example of this.

A nobody like me was caught up with the foes of Everests, just because I was Nora’s best friend.

I never want anyone to experience anything like what I did then, NEVER. And I don’t wish it to happen with anyone else, not even to my worst enemies. I don’t want such a life for me or my family members. A harmonious, peaceful life is what I desire. That’s why I was so determined to leave everything behind and come to Esteria for a fresh start. And, whatever might happen today, I WON’T RELENT on this one.

I reminded myself of what I, my parents, and my sister have been through and it fortified my resolve even more.

The car came to a halt as Yelena spoke, "Here we are, ladies."

Steadying my breath, I followed Yel and Wends out of the vehicle.

The entrance was grand. The sweeping staircase leading towards the venue was exquisitely adorned with a lavish, deep ocean blue carpet embellished with white floral motifs. An abundance of ivory colored roses and lush green foliage gracefully ornamented the banister on either side.

The place was abuzz with paparazzi and media personnel, clicking shots after shots of celebrities and influential figures as they posed for the cameras.

"Ohhh my goshhhh ... my goodness. I might sound like a broken record today but this is WOW! ... Isn’t that ... Britney Taylor, the A list actress from Hollywood? Whoa! ..... And there, there .... it is Caleb Hawthorne, the movie star, right?" I could clearly see Wendy gushing over celebrities as she pointed them out one after another. Her eyes were making hearts.

But one thing was clear to me now. This is no ordinary, regular seminar. And .... whatever Yelena told earlier was absolutely spot on.

Eventually, I thought she was just exaggerating but this doesn’t look like a simple university seminar to me, by any means. And I am glad, it is this way. Because with such a densely populated place, I won’t be found out. I must say, I should thank Fabian. He has really done an exceptional job.

"My~ ra ... Myra, what’s gotten you so dazed?" Yelena snapped her fingers at me, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"Uhhh~ .... Nothing. I was thinking how lavish and well presented the exterior is. Fabian has really worked hard and it is paying off," I stated.

"Okay, good. Now, come and meet me at the fountain area. I have someone I need to introduce you to," he said and without waiting for my reply, ended the call.

I walked back and told the girls, "Prof. Mitchell is calling for me. I need to go there."

"Ohkiez ... but when that devil releases you, give me a call, ummhmm~," Yelena mumbled as she picked up a champagne glass offered by the waiting staff.

Wendy picked up a nonalcoholic drink. Seeing this, Yelena commented, "Are you afraid of your sister or what? Don’t worry, you are a grown woman now. She won’t say anything."

"Nahhh, nahh~ it isn’t like that," Wendy clicked her tongue and said, "I don’t want to get drunk and make a scene, really. I don’t have much alcohol tolerance. I want to enjoy the day to the fullest, eat fancy food, and gush over the celebs .... Come on, come on ... let’s go over there, sis Yel." I could tell Wendy was really excited to be here. I am glad she could attend. She hardly gets out of the Red Stone vicinity. It would be a good experience for her.

I shook my head and walked towards the place Oswald Mitchell had instructed me to come. I didn’t want to admit it but I could feel several eyes on me as I tried to walk as elegantly as possible in my metallic strappy pumps. The foreign stares were making me nervous as hell, but I didn’t let it show on my face. With my chin raised, I feigned confidence.

At a far end, I saw Prof. Mitchell mingling with some guests. He was wearing a coffee-colored, three-piece suit, and he looked quite young today, unlike his usual attire, where he always wore grey. It made him look older than his age.

I walked straight to him and called out, "Prof. Mitchell, I am here."

He, at once, turned around and I clearly saw his eyes dilating. My appearance dumbfounded him.

"Miss. I am sorry, but who are you?" he questioned.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .