THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE



CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN.

ASHANTI'S POV.

"I'm not even surprised about this revelation. She really looks like someone who would do such a thing. How pathetic!" Kelly, my colleague, comments bitterly as we walk out of the hall. I am fuming with rage and only the goddess knows what I'd do to Tamara if I set my eyes on her right now. I'm definitely going to give her a solid smack.

"It's a good thing she has been suspended. She better go home and think about what she did!"

The rambling continues until we all step out of the hall. There are a few others out here, gathered in clusters and engaged in conversations on the topic of Tamara's sabotage. Some are expressing their disdain towards her dirty game while others are simply listening.

She really messed up.

We all abruptly come to a halt when we spot Tamara. All eyes are on her as she walks out of the hall towards the parking lot with her head held up high. She doesn't look like someone who was just exposed for committing such a shameless act.

"Look at her acting all high and mighty despite being in a hot mess."

"One would look at her right now and think she's proud of the fact that she's been caught."

“It's just a facade she's putting on to mask her true feelings. Don't be fooled by it. Deep down in her heart, she definitely regrets her actions and is calling herself a big idiot for pulling such a stunt! I'm sure of that!"

We all look at Kelly who says those words with so much confidence.

"So, are you going to go over and have a conversation with her or not?" Lena chimes me after a long moment of silence, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes go back to Tamara almost at her car and for a split second, I'm torn between choosing to be mature by heading to my car so I can leave or acting petty by going over and giving her a piece of my mind.

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I'd rather be petty today.

Silently, I tear myself from my group and head towards Tamara who's about going into her car.

"I believe you owe me an apology, Tamara." I say sharply and her head swivels in my direction. I flash her a tight smile that wipes off immediately it's formed. Now I'm staring at her deadpan, wishing I could demonstrate a few of my fighting skills on her right now.

She closes her car door and turns to face me fully.

I watch in amusement as she eyes me disdainfully from head to toe before settling her gaze on my face.

"If you're going to beg for an apology, I think you should do so properly. And by propertly, I mean you should be on your knees, groveling." A wicked smirk spreads on her lips as she folds her arms over her breasts and strikes a pose.

Yes!

Elegant as always.

She doesn't look the least nervous or scared about the fact that she has been exposed. She's calm and collected, like she had been expecting it. "Was it really worth it?"

"Oh you have no idea. The look on your face when you saw your machines in ruins. The horror flashing in your eyes when you came tenth in that round of the competition. It was totally worth it."

"But you've been disqualified for the

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competition and banned from joining again for many years. Your career will be in the mud once this goes out Your company will incur huge losses and prolly go bankrupt. Was seeing me suffer during a single phase of a competition worth your career as a designer? À career you spent years building. A craft you've been honing since you were a little girl. Was it really worth it?" My voice is calm but firm as I throw those questions at her face.

That confident smirk on her lips is nowhere to be found now and a ridge forms between her brows as she creases them. It's like the gravity of her actions just dawned on her.

"Just so you know, Tamara, losing

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one phase of this competition is not enough to bring me down. There are several others and I will excel in all of them. If you think you can sabotage my chances of winning this competition, please look for something else to do with your time because you'd be wasting it trying to stop me from winning this competition."

She scoffs in derision and takes a step forward.

"If I were you I wouldn't be so confident. I know you have the entire royal household on your side, but that won't stop me from fucking you up if I want to. And when I say I mean to fuck you up, I'm not talking about this stupid competition. There are many other ways I can do that. So if you better watch your back, because I've failed now does not mean I'll fail next time. I won't stop until I see your downfall, Ashanti. You won't even know what hit you until you're six feet down." She blinks an eye at me and hops into her car.

I stay frozen on my spot as I watch her ignite the car engine and drive away.

I have a talent for making enemies.

I don't even have to try.