Chapter 11

Vanya's POV

I looked at Cliff's face and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

However, I responded calmly, "We have no relationship. I don't even know him."

Cliff said coldly, "Remember, I don't care about your relationship with him, but outside you are Mrs. Todd, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. You better be aware of your identity and keep a distance from other werewolves."

Hearing Cliff say this, I couldn't hold back a derisive laugh, "Alpha Cliff, can you demand the same from yourself before demanding from others? Today you brought Melinda here, did you consider your identity and my reputation?"

"I had Elliot inform you today."

"Did you? Was it to tell me not to come?"

Cliff fell silent. Of course, he knew it was his fault.

I said, "Even Theodore, a werewolf from another pack, could mistake Melinda for your Luna, let alone others. If you really like Melinda, then let's reject each other."

"Vanya, what are you talking about?" Cliff frowned, a low growl emanating from his throat.

That was his wolf expressing anger.

I now understood his intentions. He never loved me as much as he pretended. We became mates for the benefit of the pack.

This meant he wouldn't easily reject me because I had the Thunder Pack behind me.

Of course, in a few years, when I was of no value, Cliff would discard me like trash.

Thinking of my miserable end in my past life, it's better to end it now than wait for that time.

"I said, reject."

After saying that, I ignored Cliff's expression and turned to leave directly.

The next day, the news that I spent five million dollars at the werewolf gathering to auction an obsidian rough spread throughout all the packs in Los Angeles.

As the only daughter of the deceased Alpha of the Thunder Pack, I indeed possessed the entire fortune of the Thunder Pack, and five million dollars was only a drop in the ocean of that wealth.

But the problem was that the enterprises of the Thunder Pack were also operating, resulting in limited liquid funds available.

Five million dollars was not a small sum.

I lay on the bed in my bedroom, unable to help but reach out and rub my forehead, realizing I had been frowning tightly.

I was somewhat distressed, contemplating how to solve the issue of the five million dollars.

'Ask Cliff?'

'I can't.'

Although I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack and could draw on its assets, after I proposed rejection yesterday, Cliff became very angry.

I didn't understand why, after he disagreed, I offered to cede property and some territory of the Thunder Pack to him, but he still refused the divorce.

But besides Cliff, who else could I ask for help?

Suddenly, a name flashed through my mind, and I abruptly sat up from the bed.

'I've got it!'

"Theodore!"

Although I didn't know much about Theodore in my previous life, werewolves who could attend the gathering all had companies operating behind them.

In Los Angeles, it's easy for werewolves to hide, but it's not easy for the wealthy.

I used my connections a bit and found out about Theodore's information.

Theodore's company was in other countries, and he had been based in Los Angeles for the past two years.

Many people didn't know why, but I did. In the coming years, Theodore would quickly take over enterprises in Los Angeles and compete with Cliff for dominance.

I quickly contacted Theodore, and this time, he took the initiative to propose a meeting.

In Derrick's company's conference room, Theodore silently played with the lighter in his hand.

I got straight to the point, "I want to borrow four million dollars from you."

"Pff——!" Derrick took a sip of coffee and almost spat it out, saying, "I've seen straightforward, but not as straightforward as you!"

"Luna Vanya, you just blurt it out."

I blinked. "You said last time, five million dollars can be used by you to buy some toys to play with."

"I was supporting you! I've never seen such ingratitude!" Derrick shook his head.

Theodore spun the lighter. "First, tell me why I should lend you four million dollars."

"I could have bought that obsidian rough for just 500,000 dollars, but you interfered, costing me an extra four million."

"The reason is not convincing."

I paused for a moment and said, "Your businesses are overseas, but you've been frequently appearing in Los Angeles these two years. I guess you want to transfer those overseas grey industries to Los Angeles to launder them, right?"

Derrick's coffee-drinking action stopped, and he subconsciously looked at Theodore.

He is a werewolf whose emotions are easily displayed.

I smiled at Derrick, as if seeing the words he wanted to say from his expression.

Both he and Theodore probably didn't expect me to know this information.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and after a long time, Theodore spoke with a wry smile, "Luna Vanya, you can't wrong a good person."

"That's right, we are all legitimate businessmen!"

Derrick said to me with a straight face.

"Whether you are legitimate businessmen or not, I don't have the final say, but I think Alpha Cliff would be quite interested."