Chapter 157

　　Fern's Perspective 　　I walked heavily down the hallway, Vivian's words echoing in my mind: "You have to be careful. Things are more complicated than you think." 　　Why did she say that? 　　Her words left me with a vague sense of unease. 　　Standing outside Giovanni's office, I took a deep breath before pushing open the door. As I entered the room, a strange tension enveloped me, as if the air had turned to ice. The moment I stepped inside, an oppressive silence surrounded me. The wall sconce emitted a faint glow, casting a soft light on the male protagonist's silhouette, making his deep eyes even more elusive in the dimness. 　　He sat at the table, with papers and an untouched cup of coffee scattered before him. I couldn't help but frown; this wasn't what I had expected. There was an invisible weight in the air that made it hard to breathe. 　　"Something seems off," my wolf whispered in warning. 　　"What?" I asked. 　　"I sense danger," my wolf replied, ever perceptive to threats. 　　Her word