Chapter 39. Vaengr Slatra

‘I need to calm down. The Alpha said that we must blend. I already screwed up when I bumped into a group of hot-headed wolves. Calm down, Seymor! Calm down! The information is better than engaging in a meaningless brawl.’

 The entire time that Seymor was silently closing his eyes, he was calming his mind.

The sands of time seeped through his fingers, a good moment finally passed and his heaving chest finally calmed. When Seymor finally snapped his eyelids open, he was welcomed by a frowning receptionist whose hands were placed before her perfectly curved bosoms. On instinct, his emerald eyes lingered upon the woman’s proud breasts before he took a sniff.

“Pervert!” The resounding slap followed the receptionist’s words.

So much for keeping a low profile.

END OF FLASHBACK…

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