THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 360

ASHANTI'S POV.

“Oh…” One of the girls exclaims in amusement as she listens to her colleague trash talk me.

“I was so shocked to find out that she's the Chief Designer at TTC. I won't be surprised if she makes other people draw those designs and claim them as hers. She looks like the kind of person who would do that!” I quickly look away from them when I feel they are about to turn in my direction.

“I know, right? And I won't be surprised at all if she wins this competition. She's mated to the Lycan King. He knows what buttons to press to ensure that.” Another girl adds.

I let out a quiet sigh and contemplate whether to ignore them and walk away or go over and confront them. I finally decided to do the former after thinking very hard.

Back then, when I was still a Harem girl at the Lycan Harem, one of the reasons why the other Harem girls kept cooking up and spreading absurd rumours about me was because I never confronted them whenever they did so. I let them get away with everything they did to me. I'm not going to let that happen again.

I am no longer a Harem girl with zero social status. I'm a famous designer who owns a Fashion and Designer company. I have a reputation to uphold. I fought and worked very hard to get to where I am today and I'm not going to allow a bunch of ignorant wenches ruin my reputation. I have a lot to lose if that happens.

So, with an elegant smile on my face, I take calm, graceful steps towards the girls who are so engrossed in their gossip that they do not see me approaching them.

“She doesn't deserve to be in this competition with us.” The blond haired girl amongst them, adds and I look at her.

“Is that so?” I ask calmly, quietly and the three girls turn to face me. Silent gasps of shock escape their lips. Their eyes and mouths widen in shock when they see me. The smile on my face disappears and is replaced with a deadpan expression.

There's absolutely nothing to smile about right now.

“Ashanti!” One of the girls finally calls almost lifelessly.

“In flesh and blood.”

“Uh… um…” She stutters, her eyes flickering to her friends, begging them to step in and help her out. I decide to end her misery by talking instead.

“Do you girls have anything you'd like to say to me?”