Chapter 87: _Someone Has To Pay
Lyra shook in fear when I fixed my gaze on her.
The poor lady was probably not at fault here, but I gave direct orders to every noble present that night.
None of them had any business leaking out information about Phoebe’s affair to the public, talk less of the staff members of the mansion.
Someone had to pay.
"When you say everyone in the mansion is talking about it, what do you mean?" I queried, dressing up without bathing.
I probably looked like a hot mess right now, considering that I slept drunk last night, but I didn’t care.
"Sir, don’t you think you need some–" Lyra was probably about to suggest I take a bath or something of the sort, but one glare from me made her swallow her words.
She gulped, staring down at her feet. "My apologies, Alpha. Regarding your question, I heard some maids talking about it. They didn’t even try being discreet about it. I also overheard some guards at the entrance to the mansion but they tried pretending like they weren’t saying anything when they saw me."
She made a pause, seeming hesitant to say more.
"Well? Is there anything else you’re leaving out?" I asked impatiently, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
Finally, after a few more seconds, she nodded. "Elsa Thatcher, sir. I overheard her talking about it to someone on the phone. She’s the one who mentioned that it’s already common knowledge to the general public so she could talk about it."