Chapter 179

Third Person Pov

After the events ended, Dave, who was completely angry after the whole night, walked out of the hall then into his car. His plan to get Bella was seemingly going down the drain. If only Alpha Henry didn't interfere. But who exactly tried to shoot Bella? He wasn't the one who did it, and since Peron and his family wee to busy trying to get their businesses back, he knew there was someone else he didn't know about.

Dave slumped into the plush leather seat of his sleek black car, frustration etched across his face. "Drive home,," he instructed his driver, his jaw clenched with disappointment.

As the car navigated the dimly lit streets towards Dave's mansion, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. A number from his past flashed on the screen, and curiosity mingled with irritation as he answered. "What do you want?" he snapped.

The voice on the other end was familiar, a mix of regret and longing. "Dave, it's me. Why the cold tone?”

“Am I supposed to be sweet to you af