The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

NARRATOR

He pulled a paper from inside his jacket and placed it before them.

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“That’s fake!” Lucio’s mother tried to rush forward and snatch the document away, while Lucio stood frozen.

“Calm down, Mrs. LookWood, or we’ll have you removed!” the Head Elder roared, fed up with all the screaming.

He took the document carefully. The other Elders leaned in to examine it. The deeds were real.

“They’re not fake,” one of them declared, his eyes wide.

“That can’t be. My father would never leave the business to Efrain. It has to be some trick. I demand to see it myself!”

Lucio shoved his brother aside and reached for the paper. But the Head Elder was faster.

“It’s real. Your brother’s signature is right here, and your father’s seal crosses the ink itself. If this had been altered, the mark would be ruined. This is no trick, Mr. LookWood” He lifted it high enough for everyone to see.

Lucio’s eyes shifted from disbelief to unhinged rage. He wanted to storm over there and tear that paper into a thousand pieces.

How could that senile old man leave the company to that idiot Efrain?!

“You see, brother? I think our father remembered at the last moment who was truly meant to carry on his legacy,” Efrain said, savoring every second.

“So what?!” Lucio roared, the veins in his temples bulging, his wolf almost at the surface.

“My father makes mistakes too! How are you supposed to raise the company back up on your own? He isn’t here. He didn’t leave you money or access to the vaults.”

Lucio immediately thought of the house. His mother and he still controlled the mansion.

“You don’t even live there. Do you really think that just because you own one property, you can convince us you’ll be a good Alpha? Look at him, gentlemen. He’s still the same useless fool he’s always been.”

Everyone’s eyes fell again on Efrain’s torn, dusty clothes.

It was obvious he had been thrown out of the house with nothing but what he had on.

No one understood how his father could have left him the factory, but not control of his wealth.

“I don’t need the money my father left behind. I have my own partnership, and I’m going to take the LookWood business higher than it has ever been,” Efrain said, letting his claws come out too.

This time, he wouldn’t let his brother’s poisonous sweet-talk, or his stepmother’s, trap him in the same old role again.

“Elders, nobles of this pack, my father left me the company before he went away for one simple reason,” he said, and his voice killed the murmurs.

“I showed him an improved, one-of-a-kind formula for Dream Dust. All this time, I didn’t leave my house to live like a vagabond I left because I needed privacy to experiment.”

The room went still. That hit them where it hurt.

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