Claimed by My Ex Chapter 31 Anticipate it

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Anticipate it.

Damien’s POV:

I watched the video, appreciating how Victoria stood her ground. The Lancaster heir truly had an undeniable presence.

I had already sent her the address of

Corporation managed by Blood Moon Pack. I looked forward to her expression tomorrow when she arrived and discovered I was there.

I called Kane into my office to inquire about the current state of industries under Sutton’s managent.

The Sutton family were betas of Northstream Pack and high-level managers of the pack’s internal industries.

"Their stock is plumting," Kane reported. "Public opinion has turned against them. Initially, people questioned his character."

"Now the scope of public opinion has expanded, even affecting social dia in the human world. That’s an important custor base for their company. Many people question their despicable character, believing they certainly can’t manufacture excellent products. To be honest, their products are indeed imperfect. There are countless complaints online."

They tried to manipulate public opinion, only to be consud by it instead.

"What about other situations?" I asked, narrowing my eyes thoughtfully.

"The Alpha of Northstream Pack issued a statent that this is solely the Sutton family’s problem and has nothing to do with Northstream Pack. They’re trying to distance themselves from this situation, afraid the flas will burn them too. Ethan has remained silent throughout, as if everything has nothing to do with him."

I let out a cold laugh. "This battle between two won was instigated by Ethan. He shouldn’t be able to walk away unscathed."

Kane nodded. "I understand what needs to be done."

After he left, my phone rang. Felix’s na flashed on the screen.

"Did you see what happened online?" Felix asked straight to the point.

"What specifically?" I asked, though I knew exactly what he was referring to.

"Victoria!"

I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you so concerned about Victoria?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Is that really what we should be focusing on?"

"Why not?" I asked.

"The point is the Sutton family is being torn apart online. It’s satisfying to watch. If Victoria hadn’t noticed those caras, who knows what lies the Sutton family would have fabricated."

"Mm," I acknowledged. "She’s smart."

"Isn’t she from Lancaster Corporation? Do you think she might be the Lancaster heir?" Felix’s question revealed his dangerous speculation.

I knew Victoria wanted to keep her identity private, so I imdiately denied it. "No, she’s not."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Just because she has the Lancaster surna doesn’t an she’s the Lancaster heir. Besides, would the Lancaster heir lower herself to date soone like Ethan?" At the ntion of that relationship, my wolf snarled.

"Good point," Felix conceded. "Maybe I’m overthinking. I just thought it would be like those revenge stories where the protagonist has a secret identity and eventually delivers perfect retribution."

"If she’s the protagonist, what are you? The comic relief?" I mocked.

"Of course not! I’d be the protagonist of my own story," Felix protested.

I had no patience to continue this aningless conversation. "I’m hanging up," I said flatly, then ended the call.

I touched my lips, recalling our night together.

She was sexy, beautiful, moaning...

Tomorrow, she would co to

Corporation, and I began to anticipate it.

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Victoria’s POV:

The new house felt wonderful.

The night’s sleep was particularly refreshing, which was exactly what I desperately needed.

The next morning, I handled business at Lancaster Enterprises as usual, focusing on work to avoid thinking about my personal drama. It wasn’t until noon that I rembered I needed to return Damian’s clothes from yesterday.

Following the address he’d given , I made my way through the city’s busy streets. When I reached my destination, I was surprised.

The imposing skyscraper before

belonged to

Enterprises.

Enterprises was one of the most significant companies within Blood Moon Pack territory—a massive conglorate with tentacles reaching into almost every industry: real estate, electronic technology, cutting-edge research, even everyday consur goods. They were everywhere, powerful and influential.

I had been planning for months to propose a collaboration between Lancaster Enterprises and . Despite being competitors, a strategic partnership could benefit us both enormously.

But what was Damian’s connection to ? ’s mysterious CEO was known as Achilles, not Sterling.

With the garnt bag draped over my arm, I walked toward the gleaming lobby reception desk.

"Excuse ," I said to the impeccably dressed receptionist. "I’m looking for Damian Sterling?"

The woman’s perfectly manicured eyebrow rose slightly. "Do you an our CEO, Mr. Sterling? Do you have an appointnt with him?"

CEO? My heart skipped a beat.

"I’m here to return his clothes," I explained, keeping my voice neutral despite the shock beginning to hit.

"I’m sorry, but you’re not in our appointnt system. You can’t go up without clearance," she replied professionally.

Fine. I had fulfilled my obligation by coming here personally. If company policy prevented

from delivering directly, that wasn’t my problem.

"Can you ensure these get to him?" I placed the bag on the counter, preparing to escape.

Just then, the receptionist’s phone rang. She answered imdiately, her expression changing as she listened to whoever was on the other end. After hanging up, she looked at

with renewed interest.

"Ms. Lancaster? Our CEO says you should go straight up. The elevator is over there," she pointed to a private elevator separate from the main bank. "The CEO’s office is on the top floor."

So... Damian Sterling was the CEO of

Enterprises—the mysterious Achilles himself.

Suddenly, his appearance in that restaurant’s private dining room made complete sense.

Achilles’ last-minute cancellation wasn’t a coincidence. They were the sa person.

He must have seen

at the restaurant and deliberately concealed his identity, probably to ss with .

Nora growled softly within . He had been playing gas with

all along.

But worse—did he know my true identity?

Did he realize I was the Lancaster heir and not just so ordinary Oga? Had my cover been blown?

"Thank you," I said, walking toward the executive elevator while rapidly thinking of explanations.

Behind , I could hear the distinctive click of high heels approaching the reception desk.

"Who was that woman?" a sharp female voice demanded. "I heard you ntion the CEO?"

"Ma’am, she ca to deliver clothes to Mr. Sterling," the receptionist explained.

"What clothes? Who authorized her to go up? Didn’t I make it clear that no one without an appointnt should disturb the CEO?"

As the elevator doors closed, I heard the receptionist’s response: "It was the CEO himself who called down, ma’am."

I didn’t know who the speaker was.

Nor did I care.

At this mont, my mind was entirely occupied with how I should handle Damian.