Chapter 306
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 306<\/p>\n
**Chapter 306: Come Back**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
I pulled my gaze away from the mountain of documents that had consumed my attention for what felt like hours. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on my shoulders, and the tension in the air was palpable.<\/p>\n
\u201cFerris,\u201d I heard him panting as he burst into my office, his face flushed with urgency. \u201cPhilip, the former chairman, has just sold off all his remaining shares to an overseas investment group. And get this\u2014the new shareholders have allied with the elders of the Mistbane Group. They\u2019re claiming that\u2026 your scandal is seriously tarnishing the Mistbane Pack\u2019s reputation within the werewolf business community. They\u2019re demanding your immediate resignation, or they\u2019ll rally everyone to boycott the malls and bring our operations to a grinding halt.\u201d<\/p>\n
The news hit me like a cold wave. My brows knitted together in frustration and disbelief.<\/p>\n
Just then, Rachel entered the room, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. \u201cMs. Wiley, we need to schedule a press conference right away. With everything unfolding so rapidly, this isn\u2019t merely an attack on the Mistbane Group\u2014it\u2019s a direct assault on you. Someone is targeting you specifically.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the pen in my hand tighten under my grip, the pressure of the moment making my heart race. \u201cAlright. Contact the media. We\u2019ll hold the press conference tomorrow,\u201d I instructed, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.<\/p>\n
Rachel hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing as she asked, \u201cAnd\u2026 will your boyfriend be attending?\u201d<\/p>\n
A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I lowered my gaze slightly. The truth was, I still hadn\u2019t managed to reach Luis.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019ll handle this myself,\u201d I replied, my tone firm but tinged with a hint of sadness.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s expression reflected her worry, but she nodded and set off to execute the plan.<\/p>\n
Deep down, I was acutely aware that my words alone wouldn\u2019t be enough to quell the rising tide of anger that had taken root online.<\/p>\n
But I found myself with no other options.<\/p>\n
After a while, I exited my office and made my way toward the underground parking garage, the echo of my footsteps accompanying me in the dimly lit corridor.<\/p>\n
As I approached, a sleek Maybach rolled down its window, revealing Malcolm\u2019s familiar, soothing expression, which seemed to offer a momentary reprieve from the chaos.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Faulkner,\u201d I greeted him softly as I leaned in and climbed into the car.<\/p>\n
He handed me a recording file along with a flash drive, and I accepted them with trembling hands, a rush of gratitude flooding over me. \u201cThank you. It must\u2019ve been nearly impossible to retrieve the hotel\u2019s footage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
Witnessing the gratitude reflected in Deanna\u2019s eyes brought a small smile to my lips. \u201cIt just took a bit of effort,\u201d I replied, trying to downplay the lengths I had gone to.<\/p>\n
In truth, I had dispatched a team to sift through the hotel\u2019s surveillance footage.<\/p>\n
When we arrived, we discovered that someone else had already taken the recordings. I spent an entire day and night at that hotel, searching for any clue that might help.<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
That night, I chose not to return to the Mistbane Pack villa. Instead, I made my way to my apartment in Crestwood Park, seeking solace in the familiarity of my own space.<\/p>\n
Before stepping inside, I sent a quick text to Mom, letting her know I\u2019d be working late to prepare for the press conference. It was partly to ease her worries, but also to keep her from realizing that I still hadn\u2019t been able to reach Luis.<\/p>\n
The apartment enveloped me in darkness, illuminated only by the neon glow filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting colorful patterns that danced across the floor.<\/p>\n
I kicked off my heels, feeling the tension in my feet ease as I made my way to the couch. Curling my legs up beneath me, I hugged my knees tightly, feeling small and vulnerable as I stared blankly at the twinkling city lights outside.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow was the day of the press conference, yet the gnawing worry in my chest was not about the event itself.<\/p>\n
What troubled me was the unsettling thought that something might have happened to Luis.<\/p>\n
Ever since the incident at the Mooncrown Pack\u2019s Euron factory, I sensed a deliberate targeting from somewhere overseas.<\/p>\n
I absentmindedly touched the moonstone bracelet encircling my wrist, a connection to him, and whispered softly, \u201cLuis, where are you?<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t even asked me what kind of wedding I want. Please come back, and I\u2019ll tell you everything, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2388","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}