Page 15 of The Lycan King's Secret Child

Amelia: Concerned "What kind of problem?"

Mr. Pierce: "Legal sent a notice. Seems Drakov Industries is threatening to sue for harassment."

Amelia: "What? I haven't done anything illegal."

Mr. Pierce: "They're claiming you've been trespassing and making unsolicited contact."

Amelia: Frustrated "This is ridiculous."

Mr. Pierce: "Agreed, but we need to handle this carefully. Get back here so we can strategize."

Amelia: "On my way."

She hung up, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Amelia: To herself "So that's how he wants to play it."

Back at the office, she met with Mr. Pierce and the legal team. After a lengthy discussion, they agreed to tread cautiously but not back down.

Later that evening, as she sat in her apartment, Amelia reflected on the day's events. Her gaze fell upon the small pendant she had slipped into her pocket earlier—a simple silver wolf's head. It must have fallen from someone's possession at the estate.

She held it up, examining the intricate details.

Amelia: "What secrets are you hiding, Mr. Drakov?"

Determined more than ever, she knew she was onto something big. She just had to uncover it before he shut her out completely.

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Chapter 2: The Enigmatic Billionaire

The hum of the city faded as Amelia stepped into the quiet sanctuary of the art gallery. Soft lighting bathed the room, illuminating the vibrant paintings and sculptures that adorned the space. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her eyes scanning the crowd of art enthusiasts mingling with glasses of champagne.

Amelia: To herself "Maybe I'll find someone here who knows more about Drakov."

She approached a striking sculpture—a twisted amalgamation of metal and glass that seemed to capture movement within stillness. As she studied it, a voice spoke beside her.

Man's Voice: "It's captivating, isn't it?"

She turned to see a man with dark hair and intense blue eyes gazing at the sculpture.

Amelia: "It is. There's something... alive about it."

Man: "The artist aimed to capture the duality of existence—the constant struggle between order and chaos."

Amelia: Smiling "Are you an art connoisseur or the artist himself?"

Man: Chuckling softly "Just an appreciator of beauty in its many forms."

She extended her hand.

Amelia: "Amelia Hart."

He took her hand gently.

Man: "Xander."

Her eyes widened slightly.

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