Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved novel Chapter 129

Anthony's POV: 

Arthur pointed at Jerome and asked about his identity.Everyone's eyes were on Jerome now.

I responded quickly, "This is my attendant and friend, Jerome."

I figured that introducing him was the right thing to do.

Sure enough, at the mention of that name, Arthur's face went pale.

He was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair.That was interesting! 

"What's wrong?" I asked, feigning a concerned frown.

"Did my friend do something wrong?" I knew he had a guilty conscience, but it was so satisfying to tease him like this.

After all, this was nothing compared to all the evil crimes he had committed in the past.

"I-l also had a friend who was named Jerome," he stammered nervously.

"Unfortunately, he has passed away. I was sad for a long time."

"Really? What a coincidence!" I said with a slight smile.

To Jerome, I said, "In honor of his old friend, why don't you make a toast to Alpha Arthur? He has ruled over Rainbow Pack for more than ten years and has the support of the werewolves here. He is a respectable Alpha."

As I praised Arthur, I observed his face. As expected, his expression was a bit gloomy.

"Mr.Jones, I'm flattered."

Arthur smiled awkwardly.

‘It's good that you know it's just flattery.You don't deserve my praise or a toast from Jerome!’ I thought.Jerome held up his glass and clinked it against Arthur's.

"I'm honored to meet you," Jerome said gruffly.

As he spoke, Arthur almost dropped his glass.

Did he recognize Jerome's voice? I could see the panic in Arthur's eyes.

He exhibited the look of a guilty man.

Arthur was a cunning, old fox.

It was not easy for him to be struck by guilt.

"Alright, Jerome, you can go back to your seat."

I watched Arthur out of the corner of my eye as Jerome settle back in his seat.

The panic written all over his face remained.

"Today is a good day,"

I said loudly to gather the attention of the crowd.

"I happen to have brought a gift for Arthur in celebration of his tenth anniversary as Alpha of the Rainbow Pack."

Arthur's panic subsided and he put on a flattered expression.

"Why, thank you, Mr.Jones."

"You're welcome."

Then, I gestured for Tony, who was disguised as my attendant, to bring the gift forward.

The gift was in an exquisite, luxurious-looking black box.

Arthur stared at the box before him, his eyes burning with desire.There wasn't a trace of panic on his face.

He sincerely thought it was a gift for him.How ridiculous!

"Open it!" I urged him.

Arthur lifted the lid off the box.

When he saw what was inside, all the color drained from his face and he collapsed to the floor.

"Mr.Jones? What is the meaning of this? I can't accept a gift as precious as this!"

Arthur stuttered as he tried to retreat, as though he was scared the antique would attack him.

"Is that so? But from the way you're behaving, I think you are guilty of something, Arthur." I sneered.