Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Who Might This Lady Be?

(Author’s POV)

Although Myra now believed Jacob was Fabian’s grandfather, yet she still couldn’t quite fully accept it. She stared at him without blinking, as if he had grown two horns out of nowhere.

Chris frowned, hearing their conversation. Interrupting them, he said, "Sir, everyone has arrived in the hall. The funeral can commence now."

Jacob nodded and let go of Myra’s hand. "Myra~... dear~ ... Come," he said, his voice dripping with strange familiarity as he led her toward the hall where Fabian’s funeral was going to be held.

Dion noticed Jacob’s uncharacteristic behaviour towards Myra and didn’t like it one bit. He jumped in, "Mr. Larson, I will take Myra. You should focus on the guests."

Jacob stopped, shooting him an icy glare. "Myra is one of my guests. The most important one at that. She will be standing with me."

Dion clicked his tongue. ’If Myra were to stand alongside Jacob, all eyes would automatically be on her. We have to keep her identity low-key. She can’t get noticed by those people.’ He was ready to go head-on with him when Myra spoke, "Mr. Larson, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stand with you at the front. I will just~ ...."

Jacob looked at her, his eyes softening as he cut her off mid-sentence. "You are family to Fabian and will always be. That boy~ ..." he sighed, his eyes holding deep pain, "~.... You meant a lot to him. You should be the one to stand ahead of everyone."

Myra pressed her lips tightly and lowered her head. She knew what the indication meant. With a heavy voice, she agreed, "Alright. For Fabian~ ... I will."

Dion’s jaw locked tight as a vein bulged on his forehead. Before he could intervene, Myra and Jacob had already crossed half the room. He quickened his steps and tried to follow them, but a sudden, sharp clatter made him turn.

"WHAT THE HELL! ARE YOU AN IDIOT? CAN’T YOU SEE?" Chris’s annoyed, shrill voice cut through the air. His face wrinkled as his pristine white shirt was thoroughly soaked with sticky liquid. A girl wearing a maid’s uniform bowed her head over and over again, mouthing words of apology: "I am so sorry, Sir Shadow. I am truly sorry. I am new here. My hand slipped." Her body was trembling.

Chris gritted his teeth and looked down at his haphazard clothing, then in the direction of the funeral hall. After muttering a curse under his breath, he went to the other side to change his clothes.

Dion arched his brow, listening to the all-too-familiar voice. He narrowed his eyes as his gaze landed on the girl, then they widened.

The girl looked at him, smiled and winked, then pivoted around, walking towards the kitchen.

"So, she made it. Just as I expected," he mumbled to himself and marched towards the funeral hall in a hurry.

The closer Jacob and Myra got to the funeral hall, the more the latter felt her palms getting slick with cold sweat. She hardly knew the people around them. They were all dressed in dark, black formal attire and greeted them when they saw Jacob.

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