I’ll Cover Her Debt

Hayley’s POV:

Preston immediately turned his blazing wolf eyes on me in anger. “If you spout nonsense again, I’ll make you regret it!”

I stayed calm with my arms crossed. “Sure. But first, keep your promise. Go get your designer, Cynthia Jefferson, from your store.”

He flashed his fangs at me, but the crowd backing me up stopped him from doing anything.

Watching him hold back his anger was honestly pretty satisfying.

I turned to Becky. “Also, I want to buy both her and her wolf’s freedom. I’ll cover her debt. After this, the Sweets owe the Hanovers nothing.”

In the Cyclone Pack, there were shady rules when it came to trading people. It wasn’t legal, but those contracts still held power.

Becky had signed one to join the Hanovers.

“No chance! She and her wolf belong to the Hanovers forever!” Preston growled.

Becky looked crushed. “Ms. Carson, there’s no way you can save me. Please don’t get dragged into this for my sake.”

I gently patted her hand, then shot Preston a look. “So, you’re going to go back on your word?”

“So what? What are you gonna do? Force me?” Preston shrugged like he couldn’t care less.

Humbert looked uneasy. “Ms. Carson, what now?”

Seeing them getting nervous and disappointed, I snapped my fingers. A high-ranking wolf enforcer slipped out from the crowd, handed me a stack of papers, and disappeared just as fast.

“Twelve years ago, Becky’s parents found a rare, top-grade sapphire during a rock betting auction. The Hanovers offered a cheap price. When her parents said no, they sent people to take it by force. In the end, her parents died because of their wolves’ severe injuries.

“After that, the Hanovers made up fake debts and took Becky in. She’s made them enough money to buy herself out 100 times over, but somehow, her debt just keeps growing. They never planned on letting her go!

“They’re only winning at these auctions because Becky’s wolf can identify gems. You’ve made it impossible for her to buy back her freedom!”

Becky started crying, covering her face.

“You’re full of it! If you dare to slander my family again, I’ll rip your wolf out!” Preston threatened.

I held up the papers and said, “Alright then, I’ll just go ahead and send these to the court. The cops will be here to drag you away any minute.”

Preston stared at me for a few tense seconds, then gave in. “Don’t…”

I didn’t wait. I calmly placed the documents on a nearby table and said, “Hand over Becky’s contracts, and these papers are yours. If not, I’ll make sure it’s you getting dragged out. It’s up to you.”

Preston clenched his jaw and stayed quiet for a long time. Finally, he looked at his assistant, yanked out the contract, and threw it down. “Take it. Call it a gift!”

He rushed over, grabbed the papers I’d dropped, and fled in a panic.

As soon as he was gone, the whole crowd’s attention shifted to my top-grade sapphire.

“Ms. Carson, are you putting that gem up for sale?”

“Chosen One! Sell it to me! I’m your number one fan!”

I smiled calmly. “Nope. This one is a gift.”

“What?! You’re just giving it away? Who’s it for? Are they even worth it?”

Right then, Truman stepped through the crowd.

He gave off his strong, commanding vibe and walked straight up to the person who asked the question. He asked coldly, “So, do you think I’m not worthy of it?”