The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 763

Rufus' POV:

I ordered my private soldiers to secretly investigate what Sylvia had done after she left the palace today.

In less than an hour, one of my subordinates came back to report the result of the investigation.

"Miss Todd went to the black market to see Murray during the day. We don't know exactly what they had talked about because when we went there, Murray wasn't in the cottage. However, our people have taken photos of Miss Todd in the black market," my subordinate said before handing me a sealed envelope.

I took the envelope and put it on the table. Then, I ordered my subordinate to leave.

I stood up and poured myself a glass of whiskey. I didn't open the sealed envelope immediately and just looked at it for some time.

While I was lost in thought, I heard someone knock on the door before saying, "Prince Rufus, it's me, Maya. I'm here to bring you something to eat."

"Come in." I tiredly rubbed the bridge of my nose. My mind was a mess.

When Maya went inside, she carefully put a tray on the table. There was a bowl of soup and a few side dishes on the tray.

"Prince Rufus, you haven't eaten anything for today. Please at least have some soup," Maya persuaded in a low voice.

"I'm okay. Just leave it there," I replied, tapping the cup with my index finger from time to time. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I became agitated ever since I had seen the surveillance footage.

Maya didn't immediately leave even after she put down the tray. She just stood in front of the table, looking quite conflicted.

I glanced at her. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Are you doing alright, sir? You look really troubled. Is it because of Miss Todd?" Maya tentatively asked.

After she left, I drank the whiskey in one gulp and opened the envelope on the table. There was only one photo inside it.

In the photo, two people were standing at the entrance of the black market, and Blair could be seen whispering something in Sylvia's ear. From the tricky angle, Sylvia and Blair were so close that it almost looked like they were kissing.

"Fuck! That son of a bitch!" Omar cursed.

I simply put down the photo and began looking for my lighter. I wanted to smoke, but when I couldn't find it anywhere, the emotions I was trying to suppress suddenly ignited, and I couldn't take it anymore.

Immediately after, I pushed away the things that were placed on the table.

The sound of porcelain colliding with spoon and fork echoed throughout the room as they scattered on the floor.