SWNOVELS Chapter 89
But something seemed off. If they had the numbers, what were they waiting for? Why were his cronies still free and had no clue what was going on? Trying to see how his cousins would think got him nowhere. He knew them. They didn’t think very far. They could spell the word ‘strategy but they didn’t know what that word entailed. And his two cousins were very panicky. They’d acto
n the first piece of evidence that they got. If they got the audits, they wouldn’t have waited.
Greg then pictured Lucianne, and he sighed in bliss. How would she think? She was smart, and his two cousins listened to her. Hell! Even he listened to her. What could she have said to get them to wait? What was she waiting for? Out of nowhere, he muttered, “Lucianne, how are you thinking
about this?”
He knew that he had to leave soon. They were about to get caught, and he was not going to stick around to wait for that to happen. It wasn’t just the audits. The police will no doubt question Tanner’s willingness to confess. And if Lucianne got his cousin to use his King’s Authority now, his cousin would obey like a good little pup and use it. And whatever happened this whole night would be exposed.
The only thing he would miss after leaving was stealing those glimpses of the Queen. When she smiles, laughs, shouts. Hmph. Greg chuckled at how pitiful he sounded when it came to Lucianne. Who knew there’d come a day when he would fall for someone. His heart was never stolen but he had willingly given it to her, a wolf. She wasn’t even a Lycan and he didn’t care. He didn’t see the point in challenging his cousin to claim her. The way she looked at Greg himself was clear. She wouldn’t be happy with him. And he didn’t want her to be unhappy.
Greg’s sights somehow went to the moon, which was a mere crescent tonight shining brightly in the dark sky. He then said, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? This is my punishment. You made me fall in love with someone I can never have, bonding her to the person I hate the most. You’re lucky I want her to be happy. Otherwise, I would’ve killed that cousin of mine who you are giving EVERYTHING to.” 1
He sighed and took out his phone to call the hospital. After one ring, someone picked up and Greg said, “I’d like to know the Queen’s status.”
“We’re only allowed to release that information to authorized family members. May I know who this is?”
Greg bit his lip before he said, “Christian Blackfur. The Duke. I was with the King during the blood
transfusion to get the Oleander out.”
Greg mentioned the blood transfusion and the poison to indicate that he was on the hospital floor with the rest of the party, and prayed that the nurse on the line wouldn’t ask for further identification details because he only vaguely remembered his distant cousin’s identification number. If he told her who he really was, there was a chance that the nurse was not ‘authorized to
give him information on Lucianne, and he was not taking that chance. He had to know how she
was.
“Oh, Your Grace.” The nurse believed him. No journalist got word that the Queen was poisoned by Oleander yet so that detail convinced the nurse that Greg was really Christian.
She seemed more polite and friendly when she said, “Well, everything’s good with her so far. So, u h, you already know she’s breathing on her own and her vitals have returned to normal now. A doctor checked her fifteen minutes ago, he said everything is fine. She’s still asleep. Would you like me to tell the King you called, your Gra—”
“No. That won’t be necessary. Thank you. Have a good night.” Greg said and hung up. Before he fled the city and disappeared without a trace, there was one more thing he had to do. So, he went back home and stepped on it.