Third person's POV
Andrea and Tabitha's low-key demeanor was in stark contrast to Phoebe and her son.
Initially, Phoebe was a bit nervous. When no one was around, she quietly asked, "Zander, how did you manage to persuade Alpha Elliott?"
No one knew Alpha Elliott's stubbornness better than Phoebe. He was an oddball who could easily forsake even his son, impervious to any tactics.
How did Zander manage to persuade him with just a few words?
"Mom, I have my ways. You can just rest easy being Mrs. Greenwood. From now on, you are the mistress of this grand house."
With Zander's assurance, Phoebe's courage grew.
To verify Zander's words, she deliberately ordered Truman.
After all, Truman represented Alpha Elliott's intentions.
Even Truman was respectful and obedient to her commands. Phoebe was reassured to carry on with her scheming.
She acted as if she were the lady of the house, getting whatever she wanted.
On the contrary, Andrea, who used to compete with her even over a ring, seemed to be deliberately avoiding her. Andrea never showed up, no matter what Phoebe did.
Although they lived in the same villa, it was so vast that it was indeed challenging to meet if one intended to avoid the other.
Seeing that Andrea had backed down, Phoebe became more and more outrageous.
Ambrose, who had always favored her, felt an inexplicable sense of blockage in his heart.
Phoebe used to be gentle and understanding. But now he felt that she was the one being aggressive.
Ambrose was also unclear about the agreement between Alpha Elliott and Zander.
When he asked Zander about it, Zander just smiled and told him to stay put and leave the rest to him.
Alpha Elliott's birthday party was approaching. The preparations for the banquet, which Tabitha should have handled, were also taken over by Zander and Phoebe.
Eager to prove their identities to the world, they spread the news of significant events in the Black Thorn Pack before the banquet even began.
Someone even spread the news of Derek's unfortunate demise, causing a stir in the upper circles.
Ambrose only learned about this on the eve of the banquet. He angrily confronted Zander, "What exactly happened to Derek? What did you and Alpha Elliott discuss?"
"Why are you so angry? Don't you hate that woman and her son? Do you care whether he lives or dies?"
Ambrose became more confident that this was related to Zander. "He is, after all, your family! Did you do something to him?"
"Dad, that's not right. Didn't you refuse to acknowledge Derek first? How can I consider him as my family? Besides, it's much better for us if he dies. With him gone, the Black Thorn Pack and the Greenwood Group will be all ours. Isn't that what you've always wanted? I'm helping you return to the Black Thorn Pack. You're welcome."
"Snap!" Ambrose slapped Zander hard.
Previously, he only thought this son was too willful, but he never expected him to be so vicious.
"What exactly have you done? Is Derek dead or alive?"
"He has nothing to do with you anymore, Ambrose. Anyway, tomorrow at the banquet, Alpha Elliott will announce that I am his grandson. From tomorrow on, I will be the one to inherit the Black Thorn Pack, and your only son is me and only me!"
Late at night.
In an apartment terrace in the city, a slender figure broke through the window.
When the man heard the noise, he had already jumped out of bed and skillfully reached under his pillow for a weapon.
However, someone was even faster, with a cold weapon pressed against his head, "Don't move."
The man looked up, and when he saw Derek's eyes, a glimmer of surprise flashed through his own, "It's you!"