Chapter 269
Chapter 193: Shadows of Pack Dissolution
Chapter 193: Shadows of Pack Dissolution
(Olivia’s POV)
The next morning, my phone rang with the familiar number of my informant. I answered immediately,
knowing this call would bring crucial updates about the Grey pack’s situation.
“Miss Winters, I have the latest report on Blackwood Holdings,” the voice said urgently.
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I sat up straighter in my hospital bed, preparing for what I suspected would be devastating news for the Grey
pack.
“Multiple creditors have filed claims with the court,” the informant continued. “The total debt has reached 1.3
billion dollars p>
My eyebrows rose at the astronomical figure. Even I hadn’t expected their financial situation to deteriorate so
rapidly.
“The company is completely insolvent,” the informant explained. “Creditors are demanding immediate payment, and the court has begun asset seizure proceedings p>
I felt a surge of satisfaction hearing about their downfall. This was exactly what I had orchestrated when I
decided to retaliate against the Grey pack.
“What about Ethan Grey specifically?” I asked, wanting to know how deeply the Alpha heir had fallen.
“That’s where it gets interesting,” the informant replied with obvious relish. “Ethan Grey is being accused of abusing the company’s independent legal status p>
I leaned forward, intrigued by this development. Corporate law violations could have serious personal
consequences for him.
“Several creditor companies have jointly submitted evidence to the court,” the informant continued. “They’re demanding that Ethan bear joint liability for the company’s debts p>
This meant Ethan couldn’t hide behind corporate protections. His personal assets would be at risk.
“His real estate has been seized, and his bank accounts are frozen,” the informant confirmed. “The Alpha heir
who once commanded respect in Harbor City now faces complete financial ruin p>
I couldn’t help but smile at the poetic justice. Ethan had betrayed me and nearly destroyed my family through his cooperation with Frederick Warner.
“There’s more,” the informant added. “Miranda Blackwood has sought a lawyer to draft a mate bond
severance agreement p>
This news didn’t surprise me at all. Miranda had always been accustomed to luxury as a former Luna.
In werewolf society, when an Alpha’s power and wealth disappeared, it was common for mates to seek bond dissolution to protect their own status.
“Which lawyer is handling her case? ” I inquired, my professional curiosity piqued.
“Harrison Clarke from Moonlaw Legal Services,” the informant replied.
I knew Harrison well from my time at the firm. He was notorious for his volatile temper and unpredictable
mood swings.
Emma Thompson and other assistants had suffered under his harsh treatment when he was having bad
days.
“Before you ask,” the informant continued, “Malcolm Blackwood does not agree to the bond severance p>
I wasn’t surprised by this either. Malcolm would fight to preserve what little dignity remained for their family.
“Have they reached any agreement?” I asked, already suspecting the answer.
“They had a public argument at the hospital last night,” the informant explained. “Their raised voices echoed through the corridors as their wolves‘ distress became apparent to all nearby pack members p>
The image of the once–proud Grey pack leaders fighting publicly filled me with dark satisfaction.
“Miranda will likely pursue legal proceedings to formally dissolve their mate bond through the werewolf courts,” the informant concluded.
I processed this information carefully. A high–profile mate bond severance case involving the Grey pack
would create significant opportunities.
“I need you to closely monitor Miranda’s side,” I instructed firmly. “Give me immediate updates on any new developments p>
“Understood, Miss Winters,” the informant replied before ending the call.
After hanging up, I considered how to handle this situation strategically. My professional instincts told me this would be a complex case involving both human law and werewolf pack regulations.
I decided that I had to personally take over Malcolm Blackwood’s side of the mate bond severance case. This would give me direct access to the Grey pack’s internal affairs during their most vulnerable moment.
At the end of May, my wound had healed completely and I was finally discharged from Silverridge Private
Hospital.
Richard Winters and Natalie Winters arrived to pick me up, accompanied by my friends Rebecca Frost and
Lily Chen.
Lily had been receiving psychological treatment after the traumatic k g incident, but she had recovered well. Her bright smile showed no lingering effects from her ordeal.
Jade Mitchell and Emma Thompson were unable to attend due to work commitments at Moonlaw Legal Services. However, Adrian Sinclair had made time to see me.
As a partner at Moonstone Legal Partners, Adrian didn’t have the same constraints as employees at other
firms.
Adrian arrived carrying a bouquet of light blue moonlight lilies, his gentle smile a comforting presence behind his gold–rimmed glasses.
“Congratulations to our accomplished lawyer Olivia for finally being discharged from the hospital,” he said formally.
He handed me the flowers with the courtesy expected between professional colleagues. I accepted them gracefully and thanked him.
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Richard expressed his concern for me, noting that I had lost weight during my recovery. His paternal worry was evident in his amber eyes.
Natalie added that she would personally cook a delicious meal for me that night. Her stepmother’s gesture carried genuine warmth despite our complicated relationship.
Rebecca also presented a gift – a luxury watch she had brought back from her trip to the Blackmoor Territory.
“This is from the finest craftsmen in the Dark Lands, ” she said proudly. “I thought you’d appreciate the quality.
Lily, still recovering herself, promised to take me shopping soon. “Buy whatever you want,” she insisted. “We need to celebrate your recovery properly p>
After exiting the hospital and bidding farewell to my friends, I walked toward my car when a familiar obsidian black Cullinan caught my eye.
It was Connor Rivers‘ vehicle, parked discretely near the hospital entrance. My heart began to race at the
unexpected sight.
I approached and gently knocked on the tinted window. The glass lowered to reveal Connor’s ice–blue eyes.
His intense gaze fixed on me with the protective concern of a devoted mate, even though our bond had been
severed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Today is your discharge, so I came to see you,” Connor replied simply.
His voice carried that familiar gentle tone he reserved only for me. It made my chest tighten with longing.
“How is your wound?” he asked with genuine concern. “Are you feeling any discomfort p>
“I’ve fully recovered,” I confirmed, touched by his continued care for my wellbeing.
Connor’s expression suddenly turned slightly sour as his enhanced senses detected something. His wolf was clearly agitated by what he smelled.
“Adrian Sinclair gave you the flowers?” he asked, his voice carrying a subtle edge of jealousy.