The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 299

Chapter 222 The Luna’s Victory 2

Chapter 222: The Luna’s Victory–2

I could see the tension building between them like storm clouds gathering. Their werewolf instincts were beginning to surface, and I needed to intervene before things escalated.

“Gentlemen, please,” I said firmly, stepping between them. “We’re standing outside a courthouse. Let’s maintain some dignity.”

As we reached the parking area, I turned to Adrian with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Adrian, but I do have obligations to my client. You understand.”

Adrian’s forced smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course. Professional duty comes first. I’ll head back to my

office then.”

Connor watched Adrian’s departure with undisguised smugness, his satisfaction practically radiating from

his tall frame.

After Adrian disappeared from view, I turned to Connor with feigned annoyance. “Why do you two always

argue when you’re in the same space?”

Connor’s expression was entirely unrepentant. “He started it. I was simply defending my right to spend time with my attorney.”

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Do you actually have questions about the case, or was that just an excuse?*

Connor’s smile was answer enough, but he confirmed it anyway. “I just wanted to have lunch with you, Livvy.”

I headed toward my Glacier White McLaren P1 Hypercar, the stunning vehicle that Connor had gifted me. The sight of it still made my heart skip a beat every time.

Frank Langley sat in the driver’s seat, and I watched Connor’s smile fade instantly. The car only had two seats, leaving Connor without a ride.

“Sorry, Alpha Connor,” I said with a mischievous grin. “There’s no seat for you. I’ll see you later.”

Before I could reach for the door handle, Connor moved swiftly to block my path. “I’ll drive. Today, I’ll be your personal driver and bodyguard.”

I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh? What are your rates, Alpha Connor?”

“Free of charge,” he replied smoothly.

“As they say, free things are often the most expensive,” I teased. “I’m not sure I can afford such luxury.”

Connor leaned closer, creating an intimate distance between us. His ice–blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Then what price did you have in mind?”

He walked around to the driver’s side and tossed his keys to Frank. “Take my Connor’s Obsidian Black Bentley

Connor settled into the driver’s seat with obvious satisfaction. “What would you like to eat?”

I fastened my seatbelt, enjoying this playful side of him. “Anything is fine with me.”

Upon entering the restaurant, soft lighting and exquisite decorations created an elegant atmosphere. The air was filled with a faint, luxurious fragrance that spoke of quality and refinement.

This was a restaurant I had visited several times before. Their ingredients were air–freighted from abroad, their chef trained in France, and every dish was a masterpiece for both eyes and palate.

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