Chapter 741 You Know H!

Hayley’s POV:

The next second, the door opened from the inside, and Scarlett stood in the doorway, eyeing us with a dangerous squint.

“Didn’t you say you were picking up Harmony’s poster? From the photo studio down the street?”

I pocketed my room key and looked at her calmly. “You followed us?”

“No, wait—Tyrone was driving. There’s no way you could’ve kept up. And my wolf didn’t pick up your scent the whole time."

“So that means you planted a tracker on one of us.”

As I said it, the answer became clear.

Among all of us, the only one who let his guard down was Henry.

No doubt about it—the tracker was on him.

I stared at her with interest. “Where’d you get the tracker?”

“I made it myself,” Scarlett replied proudly. “It’s not high-tech or anything. Just a basic GPS with a signal transceiver. Easy.”

“And how exactly did you manage to plant it on Henry?” I asked again.

“What?!” Henry exploded, furious and stunned. “You planted a tracker on me?!”

Scarlett shrugged, completely unbothered. “It wasn’t that hard. I tugged on your tie and slipped it on while you weren’t looking.”

“My tie?!” Henry quickly reached up, yanked the knot loose, and slid off a tiny, black, bean-sized tracker.

“You heartless little demon! I thought you actually wanted me as your brother—but you were just using me!”

He looked genuinely upset. His red-tinted wolf eyes flashed as he shoved the poster and photocard into my hands and stormed off.

Scarlett simply shrugged. “It was just a tracker. Why get so emotional?”

“You trampled on his feelings,” I teased.

“I really don’t get you guys,” Scarlett said, her eyes drifting toward the rolled-up poster in my arms. Then she abruptly changed the subject. “Don’t tell me, you’re trying to exploit the fact that Harmony’s face has never been fully revealed and just fake some photos with a forged signature to fool me?”

I walked inside, still holding the items, and replied casually, “I’d like to, but could I really fool the great Ms. Estrada?”

“Glad you’re aware,” Scarlett said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. “Don’t be fooled by my age—I’m Harmony’s number one fan. I’d know if it’s her or not the moment I see it.”

I peeled off the tape from the poster and unrolled it, revealing the image inside. The bottom right corner bore a large, stylized signature: Harmony.

Scarlett’s eyes lit up the second she saw the woman’s profile. She practically bounced with joy, then carefully pinched the corners of the poster.

“It’s her! It’s really Harmony!"

“And her signature—it’s so distinct and adorable. Any longtime fan can recognize it instantly,” Scarlett added, her voice slightly trembling with emotion as she gently laid the poster flat on the table, treating it like sacred treasure.

I hadn’t expected my own signature to be analyzed like that. My brow twitched, feeling just a bit awkward. “Why would you leave something so precious in a public place?” Scarlett said, eyes fixed on the poster like it was treasure. Her tone carried an edge of scolding. “What if it got damaged or stained?”

“The most dangerous places are often the safest,” I replied with a smirk.

“That’s not even a real theory.” She scoffed. “Just admit it—you never planned on protecting Harmony’s stuff properly.”

“Okay, okay—you’re right,” I said with a sigh.

“Hey! That kid’s talking to you way too casually. We’re Alphas, for God’s sake!"

“Let me out so I can teach her a lesson!” Hera grumbled irritably inside me.

“Don’t bother. She’s just a kid,” I soothed her mentally.

Scarlett suddenly froze, as if something clicked. Her head snapped up, sharp eyes locking onto mine. Her voice was firm. “You know Harmony!”