Chapter 222 The Luna’s Victory 2


    <b>Chapter </b>222<b>: </b>The <b>Luna’s Victory</b><b>–</b><b>2 </b>


    <b>I </b>could see the tension building between them like storm clouds gathering. Their werewolf instincts were beginning to surface, and I needed to intervene before things escted.


    <b>“</b>Gentlemen, please,” I said firmly, stepping between them. “We’re standing outside a courthouse. Let’s maintain some dignity.”


    As we reached the parking area, I turned to Adrian with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Adrian, but I do have obligations to my client. You understand.”


    Adrian’s forced smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course. Professional dutyes first. I’ll head back to my


    office then.”


    Connor watched Adrian’s departure with undisguised smugness<b>, </b>his satisfaction practically radiating from


    his tall frame.


    After Adrian disappeared from view, I turned to Connor with feigned annoyance. “Why do you two always


    argue when you’re in the same space?”


    Connor’s expression was entirely unrepentant. “He started it. I was simply defending my right to spend time with my attorney.”


    I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Do you actually have questions about the case, or was that just an excuse?*


    Connor’s smile was answer enough, but he confirmed it anyway. “I just wanted to have lunch with you, Livvy.<b>” </b>


    I headed toward my cier White McLaren P1 Hypercar, the stunning vehicle that Connor had gifted me. The sight of it still made my heart skip a beat every time.


    Frank Langley sat in the driver’s seat, and I watched Connor’s smile fade instantly. The car only had two seats, leaving Connor without a ride.


    “Sorry, Alpha Connor,” I said with a mischievous grin. “There’s no seat for you. I’ll see youter.”


    Before I could reach for the door handle, Connor moved swiftly to block my path. “I’ll drive. Today, I’ll be your personal driver and bodyguard.”


    I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh? What are your rates, Alpha Connor?”


    “Free of charge,” he replied smoothly.


    “As they say, free things are often the most expensive,” I teased. “I’m not sure I can afford such luxury.”


    Connor leaned closer, creating an intimate distance between us. His ice–blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Then what price did you have in mind?”


    I pretended to consider seriously. “Five cents. That’s my final offer.”


    “Deal,” Connor agreed immediately, his eyes full ofughter.


    He walked around to the driver’s side and tossed his keys to Frank. “Take my Connor’s Obsidian <b>ck </b>Bentley


    with Custom tes back to the office.”


    Frank looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded my approval. Only then did he exit the McLaren and ept Connor’s keys.


    – Chanter 32: The Luba Vistory


    Connor settled <b>into </b>the driver’s seat <b>with </b><b>obvious </b>satisfaction<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>What </b>would <b>you </b>like to <b>eat</b>?”


    I fastened my seatbelt, enjoying this yful side of him. “Anything is fine with <b>me</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    The cier White McLaren purred to life under Connor’s skilled handling. Within minutes, we pulled up in front of Moonlight Pinnacle Fine Dining, one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants.


    Upon entering the restaurant, soft lighting and exquisite decorations created an elegant <b>atmosphere</b><b>. </b><b>The </b>air was filled with a faint, luxurious fragrance that spoke of quality and refinement.


    This was a restaurant I had visited several times before. Their ingredients were air–freighted from <b>abroad</b><b><i>, </i></b>their chef trained in France, and every dish was a masterpiece for both eyes and pte.


    I ordered two of my favorite dishes without hesitation. The first was bluefin tuna paired with ck truffle <b>and </b>a hint of moonberry wine reduction. The fish melted in your mouth with an exquisite vor that was


    absolutely divine.


    The second was a seven–point cooked pan–fried venison steak with wild mushroom sauce. This dish featured top–grade venison that was tender and juicy, paired with wild mushroom sauce carefully simmered using traditional French techniques.


    Every bite was an extreme temptation for the taste buds.


    Although I had simply said “anything is fine,” Connor had chosen this restaurant knowing exactly what I loved. The gesture touched me more than I cared to admit.


    The atmosphere in the restaurant was romantic, with gentle piano music flowing through the air like silk.


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