chapter:11 hungry wolf 

Caspian turned his back to her, his jaw tightening as his eyes hardened, showing no intention of engaging in her games anymore. "Just do as I say," he added, his words final, leaving Lilian with no choice but to accept his dismissal.

Lilian's face flushed with dissatisfaction, but she didn't argue. She simply gave selena one last cold look before turning away, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she made her way toward room four, her friend following closely behind.

A moment passed, the unspoken tension hanging thick in the air as Selena and Sera exchanged glances. Their silent communication only added to the weight of the situation. Caspian, still feeling the sting of their words, turned back to Selena. His expression was a mix of irritation and regret, though he made an effort to soften his tone.

"She's just a friend," Caspian said, his voice tinged with frustration. "Don't misunderstand."There was a subtle tension in his voice, but he was determined to clear up the confusion. Yet, the atmosphere between them remained thick with unspoken words, the air heavy with the awkwardness of the moment.

Selena raised an eyebrow, her gaze steady and unbothered. "Why should I care who she is?" she replied, her voice icy. "Just control your girl. If she acts up next time, I don't know what will happen." Her warning was sharp, each word carrying an unspoken threat.

Caspian, still trying to process the situation, asked, "Have you met her before?" His tone was sharp, laced with confusion and a hint of tension. He watched Selena carefully.

Selena replied, "Why don't you ask about her? I don't have time." She shot him a glance, her expression a mix of annoyance and indifference. There was no trace of concern in her eyes, just a cold dismissal of his questions, as if she couldn't be bothered to engage in the drama any further. Her tone was sharp, and her body language made it clear that she wasn't interested in continuing the conversation.

Suddenly, Selena felt a strange sensation, as if someone were staring at her. She glanced around the room, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Sera noticed her discomfort. "Is something wrong, ma'am?" she asked, her gaze following Selena's.

Selena quickly dismissed it, saying, "Nothing. It was just my imagination."

At that moment, Damian, who had been standing quietly nearby with his friend Xander, stepped forward. His gaze locked onto Caspian with a cold intensity. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes softened as they met Selena's.

Ethan Mason, unable to hold his tongue, spoke up. "You are also interested in a woman? I've even started to think you might be into men. I'm even afraid you're not falling for my handsome face. He said in a teasing voice. He added "Looks like she's already caught your eye."

After all, he had never shown any real interest in women before. His expression was always cold and unreadable, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking. No matter how many admirers tried to get close to him, he never once showed even the slightest interest. Whenever a woman approached him, whether with genuine feelings or just curiosity, he rejected them without hesitation. His words were sharp, his gaze indifferent, and his tone emotionless. It wasn't just a simple refusal. It was a clear, almost ruthless dismissal, beautiful they were, they would always be met with the same cold response."

Damian, never one to entertain such remarks, shot back sharply, "Shut your mouth." His gaze remained cold, but his words were firm.

Ethan wasn't done. He leaned in slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So, you've given up, bro?" His tone was laced with mockery, daring Damian to react.

Damian said nothing, his gaze locked onto Caspian like a hungry wolf sizing up its prey. His eyes burned with silent intensity, a quiet warning that needed no words.

Selena and Sera, feeling the weight of the room's tension, excused themselves and headed to book a VIP room. They ordered their favorite seafood, a much-needed indulgence after the stressful encounter. Selena enjoyed spicy seafood, and Sera followed suit. They ate in relative peace, their thoughts on the events that had just transpired.

Selena sighed and spoke up . "I remember when she threatened me, saying, 'I can make you lose your job." She leaned forward slightly, a flicker of frustration passing through her expression. "There must be someone in the company who's related to her." She shook her head, clearly unimpressed, as if the whole situation were beneath her.

Sera nodded. "It's possible." She added, "When did you meet Lilian before?" Her tone carried curiosity, but her expression remained neutral, giving nothing away.

Selena replied, "In a cafe, when my car broke down. I went there, and she created a scene." Her voice was clipped, laced with clear annoyance, yet her expression remained unreadable, as if the incident was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms in a calm yet dismissive manner. "She was making a fuss over nothing." There was no change in her tone, no hint of amusement or frustration, just a detached recollection.

Sera nodded thoughtfully. "Seems like Lilian's time is up," she said coldly, her voice void of any emotion.

 In another room, Lilian fumed with anger. She had not planned for this encounter, but she couldn't let it go. She immediately called her uncle for help, knowing he would assist her without hesitation. If he knew who Selena truly was, he might not have been so eager to intervene.

Lilian cursed Selena in her heart, frustration simmering beneath the surface like a fire she couldn't quite put out. When Caspian entered the room, she took a slow breath, smoothing out her expression. Her posture relaxed, and she forced a small smile, determined to appear composed. No matter how much irritation churned inside her, she wouldn't let it slip not in front of him.

Selena and Sera made their way back to the company, but as they passed through the restaurant, Selena had a fleeting feeling that she had seen Damian. She glanced carefully in his direction, wondering if her instincts were right.