The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 166

Christian linked his cousin after glancing at the infuriated Mrs Whitlaw, ‘Looks like things are going to get interesting from here, cuz. Someone seems to be hiding a mistress, and the wife looks pissed.’

‘I did not see that coming.’Xandar linked in response as his surprised eyes met those of his second-in- command.

Christian linked in excitement, ‘Tell me about it! I can’t believe I was a background character of a Whitlaw soap opera that I didn’t know about!

Xandar raised his eyebrows as he linked, ‘Background character? Christian, we’re probably the antagonists in his story.’

‘Hm.’Christian contemplated for a moment and had to agree, ‘You do make a good villain, cuz I’m only second to you after all.’

Xandar protested, ‘Okay, that’s just unfair, Christian. My mate is way more lethal than I am when it comes to Whitlaw and the others. And she was the one who led us to the audits for Whitlaw’s current downfall. This adorable creature seated between us right now is the most qualified one to lead the villains here. If anything, I’m only her loyal henchman.’

Christian pictured the image Xandar just described to him. When his imaginative mind added fiery flames behind Lucianne, and Xandar by her side awaiting orders, the Duke had to cover his mouth as he linked, ‘Cuz, if I laugh and Annie throws a fit, I’m going t o kill you.’ Xandar decided to play it safe and ended their link as he hid his own smile in his mate’s hair.

Pierre Whitlaw’s lips quivered, making the increasingly-impatient prosecutor ask, “Have you made any transactions to Zina Pova, M I Whitlaw?”

“I-L…” he fumbled over his words as Mrs Whitlaw’s onyx eyes threw daggers into her husband’s alarming ones. He tried to persuade her to not attend trial but she insisted on coming along to show support. So, Pierre hatched a plan with Clark to ask for an adjournment to get rid of Mrs Whitlaw, by asking her to go home to fetch something for him. This plan obviously backfired.

The prosecutor sighed as she began again, “Do you know Zina Pova, Mr Whitlaw?” Mrs Whitlaw decided that she had heard enough. Taking her five-figure handbag, she got up from her seat and left the courtroom as the minister yelled out a desperate, “Camille!”

The murmurs and chatters took a little more time to be silenced by Judge Cook. When everyone’s eyes returned to Whitlaw on the stand, he muttered, “I-I…Y-Yes.”

“She received a significant sum over the years. Why is that?”

Whitlaw’s whisper wouldn’t have been heard if it weren’t for the Lycans’ sharp hearing when the minister said, “She’s the mother o fmy biological daughter.”

Well aware of the furious note-taking by the media, Whitlaw continued to explain, “I had her before I married Camille. When…Zina conceived, she filed a suit in court seeking funds for maintenance. We reached a settlement in private, and it was agreed that I would contribute to the child’s upbringing.”

Christian suddenly linked Xandar, ‘Oops, not a mistress. Looks like he just tried to be a responsible father.’

Xandar linked in response, ‘One who steals from the government. Talk about being the father of the year.’

‘Decade.’ Christian corrected.

‘Right. Thanks for making me feel worse for taking this long to uncover him and the others.’Xandar complained.

“Relax, cuz. You were never alone in this. We were both stupid.’

‘How are you making me feel any better by saying that, Christian?’

‘Well, a favorite cousin doesn’t let his favorite cousin to do stupid things….alone.’ Christian smiled when he linked that.

Xandar had to bite his bottom lip to contain his laughter. ‘If I laugh and Lucy gets angered from this, I’ll kill you.’ The cousins exchanged cheeky smirks before they ended their link.

The prosecutor asked Whitlaw in disbelief, “A court ordered financial provision for a child in the millions?”

Whitlaw shook his head and uttered, “No, it’s less. Her mother earns, so I only had to pay a reasonable sum.”

“But you paid more, why?”

Whitlaw’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the prosecutor in disgust before exclaiming, “Because it’s for my daughter! What more of a reason do you want?!”

His raised voice clearly didn’t deter the prosecutor from continuing her line of questioning. “So, you do admit that you’ve transferred money in the millions to Zina Pova?”

Whitlaw sighed before he answered, “I transferred money to maintain my child. I do not know how much that has accumulated throughout the years.”

“So, it means that you’ve offered financial contributions to your own family, your in-laws, your wife and your biological daughter?”

“Yes.” Whitlaw answered simply as he took in heavy breaths. He just wanted to get this over with, hoping that whatever damage caused would be minimal.

“Very well. Thank you, Mr Whitlaw.”

Mr Clark stood for the cross-examination. “Mr Whitlaw, is the disbursement of government funds in your portfolio?” Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, that’s in the Finance Ministers’ job description.”

“So, it’s safe to say that you have no connection whatsoever with the money coming from the government, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“That also means that, apart from your monthly salary, whatever surplus sums, presumably paid by the missing Duke, could’ve come from anywhere? Not just the government?”

“That’s possible.”

“You didn’t know the Duke was taking government funds to pay you to stay silent, did you?”

“No, I didn’t know that.”

“What were you threatened with?”

“My family’s safety. My wife, mostly. Camille means the world to me.”

“So, you kept the money because of the coercion?”.

“Yes.”

“And you have zero knowledge of where it has gone, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Mr Whitlaw.”

Xandar inhaled deeply from Lucianne’s hair as he linked his cousin, ‘What a complete line of bullsh*t!’

Christian’s hand ran down his face once as his other hand held onto Annie’s before he linked, ‘Bullsh*t. Cr*p. Nonsense. Whatever it is, it’ll take an idiot to believe any of it.’

“Are you okay?” Xandar heard the whisper of an angel when his eyes cleared, and his mate’s shining black orbs only amplified concern when it fixed on his face.

He got lost in them for a moment before her stroking thumb on his tensed-up hand prompted a response. He loosened the tight grip, and began stroking her little hand in retum. After pecking a sweet kiss on her forehead, he uttered, “I’m alright, baby. Thank

you.”

Lucianne didn’t look convinced despite his smile. He pecked another kiss on her nose just to assure her. “I’m just pissed at them, baby. I’m really alright. Don’t worry, my little freesia.”

Lucianne smiled in relief knowing that her mate was really okay before her head leaned against his shoulder. Judge Cook ordered a recess while he deliberated, and announced that the verdict will be delivered after lunch.