The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 839

Sylvia's POV:

It was noon and the sun was out and beaming. I snuggled in a rocking chair, reading a book while wrapped in a cashmere blanket.

Maya barged into my room for the third time. But this time, unlike the previous two, she looked scared and anxious.

"Miss Todd, Mr. Myers is here again. The guards have blocked him outside. Do you want to see him? This is the third time that he has come here today. He brought an umbrella with him so I think he's going to sit outside until you agree to see him."

"Just ignore him. I don't want to see him." Without raising my head, I flipped the page slowly and picked up a grape and put it into my mouth.

"But why, Miss Todd? Don't you have a good relationship with Mr. Myers?" Maya asked in confusion.

I heaved out a sigh, put down the book, and lifted my sight to Maya worriedly. "I understand that Harry wants to save Joanna, but there is nothing I can do. Yesterday, Rufus clearly warned me not to become involved in this issue."

"But are you really going to just stay out of it? Poor Mr. Myers looks so anxious outside."

Before Maya could finish her words, Harry's voice came from outside the window. He was begging me to help him.

Annoyed beyond reason, I clamped my hands over my ears and told Maya to shut the window. To which Maya responded hesitantly, "Miss Todd, why don't you meet him? Unless something drastic happens, Mr. Myers isn't going to give up without a fight. He might even keep bothering you."

"There is no point in seeing him now. It would only make things worse. Now that we've confirmed that Joanna really killed Ethan, she's going to be sentenced to death!"

"What? The lycan king is dead?" Maya felt a jolt to her very core, utterly in shock.

At noon, Rufus came back with some news.

"The king's death has spread in a small area of the imperial palace. People are talking that you are the one behind it, and I hide the truth in order to cover up for you."

After hearing that, I breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems that our plan has succeeded. Poor Harry has been incessantly shouting outside the past two days. I think his voice has gone hoarse."

"If he didn't try his best to put up a real enough act, they just won't believe it." Rufus sneered and led me to the table. He had already dismissed the servants and guards, and sent Maya to the suburban manor to fetch something.

"So what should we do next?" I asked curiously.

"Simple. We escalate the conflict."