A smile crept onto Holly Wyatt's lips, but she wiped it away the moment Silas Thornton glanced back.
She met Silas Thornton's dark eyes and, for some reason, could tell he was upset.
Her gaze shifted down, landing on his tail as it drooped toward the floor, swishing unhappily. She let out a soft sigh.
'So annoying! So damn annoying! Why does my cub still have feelings for the Fletchers?! I don't even dare to be too ruthless with them because I'm afraid she'll hate me! It's so frustrating! The Fletchers are so frustrating! Sob... Awoooo~'
Holly Wyatt's eyes glinted. She slowly walked forward, took Silas Thornton by the hand, and led him from the room.
Lynn Fletcher had been covertly carried out the hotel's back entrance by Finn Shepherd's men and dumped at the gate of the Fletcher family villa.
The brief interruption did nothing to spoil Finn Shepherd's birthday banquet.
