Chapter 223 The Alpha’s Pursuit–1


    <b>Chapter </b><b>223</b><b>: The </b><b>Alpha’s </b>Pursuit–1


    <b>Chapter </b>223: The Alpha’s Pursuit


    <b>(</b>Olivia’s POV)


    The soft piano music continued to flow through Moonlight Pinnacle Fine Dining as Connor and I settled <b>into </b>our meal. The romantic atmosphere was undeniable, with candlelight flickering across the pristine white tablecloth.


    Despite the intimate setting, I found myself thinking about work. After all, Connor had used discussing cases as his excuse for this dinner invitation.


    “Connor,” I began, cutting into my perfectly prepared venison steak. “Since we’re here <i>to </i>discuss business, I should mention the other cases Rivers Pack Holdings has entrusted to me.”


    Connor paused mid–bite, his ice–blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Are you really going to talk about work in such a romantic setting, Livvy?”


    I lowered my eyes, maintaining myposure. “You were the one who suggested we discuss the cases.”


    Connor raised his eyebrows, a smile ying at the corners of his mouth. “Fair point. I suppose it’s better than sitting in silence.”


    I straightened in my chair, adopting my professional demeanor. “There are three more contract disputes


    pending trial, and two intellectual property cases that require extensive research.”


    My expression grew focused as I outlined each case’splexities. The familiar rhythm of legal analysis


    helped me feel morefortable in this charged atmosphere.


    Connor leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving my face. He listened withplete attention, as if


    this dinner truly was solely for discussing work.


    “The intellectual property cases are particrly challenging,” I continued. “The defendants are iming prior art that predates our clients‘ patents by several months.”


    “What’s your strategy for countering their ims?” Connor asked, his voice genuinely interested.


    I was surprised by his engagement. “I assumed you wouldn’t be interested in these details. They’re rtively minor matters, hardly worth an Alpha CEO’s attention.”


    Connor’s expression turned serious, his yful demeanor shifting to something deeper. “Olivia, I’m listening intently because this is your work. Your passion. Something you care about.”


    His words carried unexpected weight/ “I respect and support your careerpletely. Every case matters


    because it matters to you.”


    The sincerity in his voice touched something deep within me. The mate bond hummed softly, carrying his


    genuine admiration and respect.


    “Thank you,” I said quietly, feeling warmth spread through my chest. “That means more than you <b>know</b>.”


    We continued discussing the legal intricacies throughout dinner. Connor asked thoughtful <b>questions </b><b>and </b>offered insights from a business perspective that I hadn’t considered.


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    <b>By </b><b>the </b>time we finished our meal, the sun had begun to set outside the restaurant’s tall windows. <b>The </b><b>golden </b><b>light </b>cast long shadows across our table.


    <b>“</b><b>I </b>need to return to Moonstone Legal Partners,” I said, checking my watch. “There are briefs to review <b>before </b>tomorrow’s depositions.”


    Connor nodded understandingly. “And I have pack affairs waiting at Rivers Pack Holdings. The quarterly territory reports won’t review themselves.”


    We walked to the parking area together, the evening air cool against my skin. Connor opened the passenger. door of my cier White McLaren P1 Hypercar with practiced courtesy.


    “Thank you for dinner,” I said as he prepared to get into the driver’s seat. “And <i>for </i>listening <i>to </i>my work concerns.”


    “Always, Livvy,” he replied, his voice soft. “Your sess is important to me.”


    The drive to myw firm wasfortable, filled with easy conversation about uing cases and pack business. When we arrived at the sleek ss building housing Moonstone Legal Partners, Connor walked me to the entrance.


    “I’ll see you soon,” he said, his hand briefly touching mine.


    “Drive safely,” I replied, watching as he returned to the McLaren and drove away into the evening traffic.


    Three weekster, in early July, I found myself preparing for another business trip. This time, my destination was Mistfall County in Cloudmere, a remote but scenic territory known for its thriving tourism industry.


    The case was straightforward enough that I had originally nned to stay only one night. Arrive in the evening, attend the court session the next afternoon, then return to Harbor City.


    However, Mistfall County’s reputation for beautiful scenery came with a price. Hotels were expensive and notoriously difficult to book during peak tourism season.


    Fortunately, my connections in the legalmunity had secured me a twin room at Crescent Moon Grand Hotel Mistfall, the finest amodation the small county offered.


    Given the remote location and my status as a prominentwyer, I had also arranged for Awen, a trusted pack member, to apany me as a bodyguard. Safety was always a priority when traveling to unfamiliar


    territories.


    The flight to Cloudmere was smooth, and the drive to Mistfall County revealed why the area attracted so many tourists. Rolling hills covered in lush forests stretched as far as the eye could see, with crystal–clear streams winding through valleys dotted with wildflowers.


    The court session was scheduled for/3:00 PM the following day at Mistfall County Tribunal. The case involved a contract dispute between a local tourismpany and one of Rivers Pack Holdings‘ subsidiary


    businesses.


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