The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 427

ELLIOT

"And if he is an inspector, he's here to verify whether the Duchess is truly a supernatural being—because that’s what that drunk caretaker claimed," he stated. "Of course, I didn’t believe him."

He quickly added that last part when I raised an eyebrow—his life depended on whether I was satisfied with his answer.

"But no one ever saw the asylum warden again! I searched for him for days! He was in charge of the Duchess's twin sister, and now that 'inspector' is here, right near the Duchess."

He concluded, sharp as ever.

"Don’t worry, you’ve done an excellent job." I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out a small leather pouch filled with gold coins.

"This is for your services—and for your silence," I placed it on the table, fixing him with a threatening stare.

He nodded firmly. The message was clear: open your mouth, and I’ll slit your throat.

"Besides, are you interested in working for me directly? As one of my private spies?" I offered, watching his stunned expression.

He had proven himself capable—and this was also a way to keep an eye on him.

In the end, he left after accepting the offer. Tomás would handle the contracts. I took a sip of my drink, gazing out the window at the vast garden.

That vampire knew Katherine’s secret—that she was impersonating her sister.

Fate had led me to cross paths with that disgusting bastard, and now it was clear how he had uncovered my little witch’s secret.

*****

KATHERINE

A few days later, I took advantage of the fact that Elliot had reluctantly gone to handle some business in the northern fields.

He didn’t want to leave me alone, but I convinced him that nothing would happen in just a few hours without his watchful eye.

Behind his back, I planned for that so-called inspector to find me “vulnerable,” just as he wanted.

Under the shade of the willow tree in the garden, I sat on a bench, reading a book in a seemingly “careless” manner.

I knew full well he was watching me from the arched entrance.

The constant trickling of water from the fountain and the rustling of the turning pages filled my space.

I waited for him to finish acting like a perverted stalker—because the first thing he’d lose would be his eyes.

His soft steps on the grass signaled that he was finally approaching. A tall shadow loomed over my bowed head.

"Mr. Max?" I lifted my gaze, feigning surprise.

"Call me Ambrus, Duchess," he corrected, removing his hat and revealing his black hair.

I had to admit, he was handsome—attractive to any woman. Except to me. I knew very well that he was nothing but a rotten apple.

"I don’t find it appropriate to address you informally, Mr. Max. What brings you here? If you’re looking for the Duke—"

"No, no, I was actually looking for you, Your Grace. May I sit beside you?" he asked, playing the gentleman.

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