After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 71

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Lorik's voice came through the phone quickly, smooth and familiar, with a faint trace of amusement

in his tone. "Just thought I'd give you a call," he began, a lightness in his words that made me smile despite myself. "Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch today? I've already booked the restaurant."

The hint of anticipation In his voice caught me off guard. "Already booked a restaurant?" I echoed, my thoughts racing. I paused, trying to wrap my mind around his words. Had he known I would call him about this? The realization sent a jolt of surprise through me. I gathered my thoughts, determined to steer the conversation to the reason I had called in the first place. "I was actually

alling to ask about Rica International," I said, referring to the luxury brand that had just approached me with a proposal. The words felt almost surreal as I spoke them aloud.

But Lorik, as always, was a step ahead. "We can meet today at noon to talk," he said smoothly, leaving no room for discussion. There was a warmth in his voice that made my heart flutter. "You've been busy lately. We haven't seen each other in a while, and I miss you." I hesitated, feeling a familiar tug at my heart. His words held a note of something deeper, something that always made it hard to say no to him. "Alright," I finally agreed, the decision settling over me like a comforting weight. "I'll see you at noon."

The restaurant he had chosen was a place I had heard of before, though I had never been there myself. It was perched high above the city, a high-end spot with an ambiance that screamed

exclusivity. When I arrived, the elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious setting, all sleek lines

and soft lighting. The air was scented with a blend of delicate florals and rich spices, a subtle reminder of the sophistication that this place embodied.

A waiter greeted me as I stepped out, bowing slightly as he took my coat. "Ms. Winter, this way please," he said with a polite smile, leading me toward a private room at the far end of the

restaurant. The hallway was quiet, the thick carpet muffling our footsteps. As we approached the door, I could hear voices inside, one of them unmistakably Lorik's. I was just about to push the door open when I heard a woman's voice, high-pitched and sweet, laced with an unmistakable edge of desperation. "Alpha," she was saying, her tone a mixture of pleading and seduction, "I heard that Rica

International's new spokesperson is going to be Shirley?" She paused, and I could almost see her pouting, trying to win him over. "I've been wanting that endorsement for so long. Consider me?"

There was a brief silence, and I held my breath, waiting for Lorik's response. When he finally spoke, his tone was calm, almost indifferent. "I don't decide the spokesperson alone." After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret

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The woman didn't seem deterred by his lack of enthusiasm. Instead, she pressed on, her voice taking on h more insistent tone. "But Shirley Winter isn't a celebrity or a public figure. Would it really be propriate for her to be the face of Rica? I have more fans, and I'm much more active. I would be a much more suitable candidate."

Her words stung, a sharp reminder of the challenges I had faced in breaking into this world. But Lorik's reply was swift and to the point, his voice carrying a note of finality that left no room for argument. "On the contrary," he said, his tone steady, "she's hot right now, no less than you. Besides, her fan base is largely composed of the wealthy, who are more capable of spending. They're exactly the kind of customers our brand targets."

A small smile tugged At the corner of my lips as I listened. I hadn't expected him to be so direct in defending me, and it sent a wave of warmth through me. Without hesitating any further, I pushed The door open and stepped inside.

The room was spacious yet intimate, with a large window that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Lorik was seated at the head of the table, his posture relaxed but commanding.

He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His

dark hair was slightly tousled, and there was an air of quiet confidence about him that made it impossible to look away.

Seated beside him was the woman who had been speaking. She was undeniably beautiful, with striking features and a figure that was emphasized by the revealing dress she wore. The neckline plunged daringly, revealing a generous expanse of pale skin.

Her face was one I'd seen countless times on magazine covers, but there was something else about

her that felt strangely familiar.

She wasn't just famous for her beauty-her fiery personality was just as notorious.

The rumors said that no man could resist bending over backwards for her. She thrived on

conquering her admirers, both men and women, only to ruthlessly discard them once she got what she wanted.

Yet, despite that, there was never a shortage of people eager to fall at her feet.

"I heard Shirley Winter is your Luna, but things between you two... aren't exactly great, right?"

Her voice was laced with amusement, her eyes flicking back and forth between me and Lorik, who was engrossed in his computer, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.

With a sultry smile, she purred, "So, have you considered other options? Like... me?"

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o one in the room bothered to remind Lorik that I was standing right there in the doorway, waiting

Por his answer.