All Chapters of My Fallen Werewolf : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emily returned to her hotel and sank into a plush armchair, ready to rest. Just as she was about to close her eyes, Lauretta walked in with a concerned expression. "Emily, we've got a call from headquarters. I scheduled a meeting, and it's in five minutes." "Five minutes?" Emily exclaimed, almost crying out. "I needed some shut-eye." "Just get me a bottle of water," she added, trying to muster some energy. As Lauretta set up the system, Emily grumbled under her breath, "What do they want this time?" She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself as the screen flickered to life. The faces of the board members appeared one by one, including her uncle Michael and aunt Sarah, both looking stern and impatient. "Good afternoon, everyone," Emily began, forcing a professional smile. "Emily," her uncle Michael started, "we've been reviewing your progress in Silverwood, and there are concerns about the pace of your investigation and business development." Her aunt Sarah nodded in ag

On Jane's end, she was in her hotel room, a luxurious suite on the top floor with a panoramic view of Silverwood. The room was elegantly furnished with a king-sized bed, a plush armchair by the window, and a sleek desk where her laptop and documents were neatly arranged. A soft glow from the bedside lamps bathed the room in warm light. Jane herself was dressed leisurely, having shed her business attire for something more comfortable. She wore a pair of sleek, black leggings and an oversized cashmere sweater in a soft, blush pink hue. Her feet were cozily tucked into plush slippers, and her hair, usually styled in a sharp bob, was now casually tied back in a loose ponytail. Her makeup was minimal, just a touch of mascara and lip balm, giving her a fresh, relaxed look. As she settled into the armchair by the window, she swirled the glass of white wine in her hand, contemplating the day's events. The room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning. She took a deep

After the dinner, Emily leaned closer to Loretta, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take Jane back to the hotel. I'll stay with Alex."Loretta, sensing the underlying tension, nodded. "Jane, let me drop you off at the hotel," she said, her tone firm but friendly.Jane, puzzled and slightly annoyed, glanced at Emily. "Aren't you coming?" she asked, expecting Emily to follow.Emily shook her head, her expression calm. "I'll be right behind you," she assured, watching as Loretta and Jane left the restaurant. Once they were out of sight, she turned to Alex, who had been watching the exchange with curiosity."Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Alex asked, sensing there was more to this than a simple after-dinner chat.Emily took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto his. "I saw the disappointment on your face when you saw everyone at the table tonight. I thought we should have some quiet time alone," she said, her voice soft but earnest.Alex raised an eyebrow, taken aback by

As Alex and Emily made their way to Oakheart Brewery, the journey was filled with anticipation and the scenic beauty of Silverwood. Upon arriving at the brewery, they were greeted by the grand sight of the brewery’s brick facade, framed by towering oak trees that stood like ancient guardians of the establishment.The Oakheart Brewery was a blend of history and modernity. Its exterior showcased sturdy red bricks and large, arched windows that gave a glimpse into the heart of the brewing process. As they stepped inside, the air was filled with the rich aroma of hops and malt, a sensory promise of the quality that awaited.The first thing that caught Emily's eye were the rows of oak barrels, neatly stacked along one wall. Each barrel was meticulously labeled, reflecting the careful aging process that gave Oakheart’s beers their distinctive flavors. The barrels ranged in size from smaller casks to massive vats, some marked with dates that indicated they had been aging for several years.A

After 10 minutes, Jane came knocking on the door. "Knock, knock, knock," echoed through the room. Loretta opened the door and greeted Jane, who entered and took a seat on the couch. Emily, stepping out from her room with a folder of documents, approached Jane and settled beside her. "I wrote down some notes from my visit to Oakheart Brewery," Emily began, spreading the papers on the table between them. The room fell silent as the discussion commenced. Emily recounted her entire encounter at the brewery, detailing her inspection and the observations she made. "The brewery's operations are running, but they have significant issues with staff management and outdated machinery," Emily explained. "Henry, the manager, mentioned that they lack manpower, which is affecting their productivity." Jane listened intently, occasionally nodding as she jotted down notes. The meeting continued for about 30 minutes, with Emily providing thorough insights and Jane asking pertinent questions. "Tha