After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 13

After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 13

I looked at the notarized documents spread 

across the table, then at the five–million–dollar 

check in my pocket. 

I took a deep breath and forced down the smile 

threatening to break across my face. 

Fifty billion dollars. 

All those assets needed now was my signature. 

I slowly pulled a pen from the holder. 

While Mrs. Black screamed in outrage and Adrian watched me with feverish intensity, I signed my name across the agreements. 

“Mrs. Black.” 

I gathered the documents and gave her a faint 

smile. 

“I’m afraid your offer has been rejected. Your son belongs to me now.” 

I took the five–million–dollar check from my pocket 

and pressed it back into her hand. 

“Keep this as compensation for making the trip all the way here, and now please leave my hotel.” 

Mrs. Black’s fingers trembled with rage. 

Then she fainted on the spot. 

The bodyguards hurriedly carried her into one of 

the cars and soon left the hotel. 

Once the vehicles and security team were gone, 

Adrian and I were the only ones left in the 

courtyard. 

He remained on his knees, looking up at me. 

A strange trace of relief appeared on his deathly 

pale face, as though he had finally confirmed that I 

would not throw him away again. 

“Erin.” 

He cautiously reached out, trying to touch the hem 

of my shirt. 

I stepped back and avoided his hand. 

“Since you’ve handed yourself over to me, we need 

to establish some rules.” 

He nodded immediately. 

“Okay. I’ll do whatever you say.” 

“First, starting today, you have no privileges here as the heir or future Alpha. You’re just a hotel handyman. The hotel will provide room and board, but you won’t be paid.” 

“Second, you’ll wake up at six every morning, sweep the courtyard, clean the pool, and carry luggage for the guests. If your work isn’t good enough, you don’t eat.” 

“Third, keep your inner wolf and your Alpha pressure under control. If you lose control inside my hotel and damage anything, I’ll deduct ten 

times its value from your assets.” 

I looked at him coldly. 

“Fourth, don’t call me Erin. Call me Boss.” 

His body stiffened. 

Only then did he finally understand. 

I had not forgiven him. 

I never would. 

I had simply accepted his assets and put him to work at my hotel for free. 

The last trace of hope disappeared from his face. 

Even so, he slowly lowered his head, surrendering the status and dignity he had once possessed. 

“Yes.” 

His voice was low and hoarse. 

“Boss.”