My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Chapter 135

Catherine‘s POV

“Catherine, come on. We‘re working together already. Why are you still treating me like an outsider?

Why didn‘t you tell me that you‘re King Blake‘s mate? You have no idea. I‘ve been living on the edge of

my stomach these past few days, afraid that King Blake is going to give me a hard time. Catherine,

would you put in a good word for me with King Blake? I‘ll be sure to support your work in the future.

You are truly one of the most talented and stylish designers I‘ve ever met, and it would be my loss not

to work with you.” Lorelei was a true showbiz woman. She could be as honey–tongued as she wanted.

I couldn‘t help but smile. “As I said just now, it was our company‘s fault. Ms. Pope, I hope you will put

this behind you and continue to work with us.”

“Of course. I‘m a very easy person to talk to. Catherine, I‘ll come to you in a few days for new design

drafts. Don‘t worry. I won‘t rush you. Since you‘re with King Blake, I‘m sure you won‘t have much time

to draw. I understand.” Lorelei smiled.

I was well aware that her sudden change of attitude was because I was now Blake‘s girlfriend.

A person like Lorelei fitted showbiz perfectly.

“Ms. Pope, if nothing else, I‘ll hang up now.” I didn‘t want to hear any more of her hypocritical

compliments.

“OK! I‘ll leave you to it!” Lorelei immediately hung up the phone.

I threw my phone back into my purse and thought for a moment. It didn‘t seem like it was Lorelei.

After ruling her out, there were only two people left, and both of them were most likely to harm me.

Howard stood next to me with Ash in his arms and said indignantly, “Let Blake find out who did this,

and make sure the one gets off hard.”

Fortunately, the one behind the scenes was not smart.

Henry easily found out who the rogue met by looking at the car log and the photo. He spotted her in the

surveillance footage.

It was Vanessa.

Although she covered herself from top to bottom, she showed her true colors under several

surveillance cameras.

Blake looked at the sneaky Vanessa in the surveillance footage, and his face was utterly gloomy.

Fortunately, the place rogue chose was the forest not far from the lakeside villa. Though the place was

remote, it was the route Blake‘s car had to take to get around, so Blake could get there in time to save

me.

In the afternoon, after eating, I was lying on the balcony on the second floor with my eyes closed to rest

when I received a call from Blake.

“The woman has been caught. Do you want to come here and question her yourself?” Blake asked me

in a low voice.

My face suddenly turned pale, and I clenched my hands. “Yes. I want to ask her myself.”

“OK. I‘ll ask Dowen to arrange a car to pick you up.” Blake responded softly.

I sat in the car and went to the council hall of Sayreville‘s royal pack.

Some of the royal members‘ business was conducted in the council hall, and there was also a royal

prison here.

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I stood outside the door, and I saw Blake‘s motorcade parked out front very conspicuously. He was also

here.

As I looked at those domineering black cars, I felt strange.

It was hard to describe what it felt like, but I didn‘t seem to hate him so much anymore.

People would always be grateful to the person who helped them sincerely, though gratitude was just a

kind of pure feeling

However, it would also trigger a chain reaction. Perhaps the next time they saw the person who helped

them, they would be more friendly unconsciously. Such a change could be found both in words and

expressions.

I walked into the council hall and saw Blake in a meeting room.

He wore a black suit and a white shirt. He did not wear a tie. He left the first button of his shirt undone,

making him a little more easy–going. He looked lazy, yet as a man, he was still elegant and sexy.

As soon as I stepped into the council hall, I couldn‘t help but look at him, meeting his deep and obscure

eyes.

Blake waved at me. “Come here.”

I walked to his side and saw him chatting with a middle–aged man next to him.

“This is the Gamma of the royal pack, Gerrard. He did the most to get her into custody.” Blake said.

Gerrard smiled slightly and said, “Ms. Wyatt, the offender is in the next room. You can go in and talk to

her.”

“Thank you!” I stood up.

“Do you need me to be with you?” Blake suddenly reached out and gently shook my hand.

I said in a low voice, “No. Thank you for helping me. I want to ask her myself.”

There was a faint sense of loss in Blake‘s eyes. He released his fingers holding mine.

“Alright.”

I saw the already tied–up Vanessa in the room next door.

The rope was soaked with the juice of the poisonous weeds, which could prevent her from shifting.

When Vanessa saw me, she immediately gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment.

“Catherine, you‘re so lucky that you didn‘t die!” Vanessa began to curse at me.

“Vanessa, why did you harm me? Just because I embarrassed you at work?” She was simply so

irrational. The winning and losing of work were too important to her, which was what doomed her.

The vast majority of people who got frustrated or failed at work bounced back. They found out their

shortcomings and made another attempt.

How many people would die every day if one was set to kill their opponent after failing once?

Vanessa seemed to realize how stupid she was. She kept her head down and said nothing.

After she entered the company, she hooked up with the boss. She didn‘t meet any obstacles during

work, and no one treated her poorly.

She relished the feeling of being treated well.