Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: A Flawless Lie

The morning sun barely cut through the atmosphere of the Grefo estate when Jannah finished tying her boots. It was the weekend, a brief window of survival where the scheduled two-hour daily healing session wasn’t required, giving her the perfect opportunity to escape the luxurious cage of the estate and return to the familiar dirt of 3rd Street in the slums.

Downstairs in the formal dining room, the air was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and high-district delicacies. Jannah sat at the long table, forcing herself to swallow her breakfast across from Mr. Guron Grefo. The older Alpha was carefully scanning a digital datapad, his eyes evaluating the estate’s morning metrics.

Gathering her composure, Jannah set her porcelain teacup down with a soft click. "Mr. Guron, since it is the weekend and there are no scheduled procedures today, I will be visiting my home in the lower sector to check on my grandfather’s old herbal records."

Guron looked up from his screen, his expression neutral as he gave a slight, authoritative nod. "No problem, Jannah. A brief return to handle your affairs is perfectly acceptable, provided you return before tomorrow’s dusk."

Before Jannah could even breathe a sigh of relief, heavy, commanding footsteps echoed down the grand marble staircase. Dorrent strode into the dining hall, his broad-shouldered frame dressed in a tailored casual shirt that did nothing to hide the lethal muscle beneath. He didn’t even look at the breakfast spread as his eyes locked directly onto Jannah’s pale face, a dangerous, hidden amusement flashing in their depths.

"I’m heading out toward the lower border anyway, Father," Dorrent cut into the conversation, his deep voice instantly shattering the morning peace. "I’d like to give her a direct ride there myself."

Jannah’s heart violently skipped a beat, the terrifying memory of the micro-camera button and his bruising grip on her waist from the night before flashing through her mind. "I am perfectly okay, Alpha Grefo," she said quickly, her voice tight as she tried to maintain a professional distance. "I can easily secure a public transport line or a commercial vehicle at the district gates. There is absolutely no need to trouble your schedule."

Guron, however, waved his hand dismissively, completely overriding her objection. "Nonsense, Jannah. It is an excellent idea for you to be taken by Dorrent. It saves you the unnecessary credits of hoarding a cab, and it ensures you arrive safely in the ghetto. Dorrent, see to it that she arrives safely."

Jannah clenched her fingers into tight fists beneath the tablecloth, forcing her jaw to remain shut. She argued no more. She knew that any further resistance, any sudden panic over a simple car ride, would immediately cause a highly calculating man like Guron to suspect her behavior and dig into the dark friction between his son and the physician.

Guron set his datapad down on the polished wood, a sudden, satisfied smile breaking across his stern, high-born features as he looked directly at Jannah. "Speaking of your duties, Jannah... I read through your daily neurological report this morning before breakfast. I must say, I thoroughly like what I’ve seen in these metrics."

Jannah’s throat went entirely dry. The fraudulent daily report she had been forced to forge to hide their violent confrontation detailed that Dorrent’s dead biological frequency was finally showing signs of life—stating that the S-tier Alpha was now capable of achieving a solid erection for a brief period before his manhood slumped back into a dormant state after a while.

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