Chapter Fifteen: Meet

"Two million?" Caspian skeptically frowned at the man sitting before him with a cheeky smile printed on his face. The man's smile widened as he fixed his rounded glasses over his nose. "Considering the damage to the cars and the entire territory, it should be way higher. However, the master of the house has decided to charge for the lowest damage," the man said. "Undoubtedly, your master of the house possesses a bizarre sense of humor," Caspian calmly said, leaning comfortably on the couch, crossing his legs. The cheeky man in his early thirties, sitting in front of Caspian, was the secretary of one of the most ferocious human mafia families responsible for the attack on Caspian's car the previous day. The human mafia family had claimed a large amount of money as compensation for the damages in their territory. "Why should I be paying such an amount when the Wentworths' were the ones who dared to follow us? Why did you people let your thugs follow my car?" Caspian asked, coldly staring at the man. "Is there any proof that our boys chased your car? If we scrutinize the entire situation, it becomes apparent that your car was the one that invaded our territory at an exorbitant speed, which resulted in tremendous damage to the Wentworths," the man said calmly as the cheeky smile didn't fade from his face. A smirk appeared on the corner of Caspian's mouth as he aimlessly ran his fingers through his hair. "You want proof? What is your alibi that it was the White wolves?" Caspian asked, sending the man a piercing glare. The man seemed unprepared for a moment as he didn't assume that Caspian would deny it. "We have evidence, Sir. In the footage, it was undoubtedly your Lamborghini," the man couldn't finish as Caspian cut off his speech. "Lamborghini? Did you not see my Rolls Royce outside? I disposed of my Lamborghini months ago," Caspian said, leaning comfortably on the couch. The man's eyes widened as the phenomenally handsome male in front of him appeared more of a devil at that moment. Caspian's gaze sent a shiver down his spine. The man hastily got up for some odd reason. All Caspian did was just deny that it was his car. Yet, the man was sweating even in the air-conditioned room. "Can you prove that it was my car?" Caspian asked again. "You drove at such a ridiculous speed," the man barely said. "Nevertheless, the Wentworths won't drag this any longer," the man said, calming down a bit. Caspian got up from the couch and stood by the man, gently patting his shoulder. ''If your Master wishes to have a deal with the White Wolves, tell him to show his face next time," Caspian said coldly. The man fixed his tie, attempting to leave. Before leaving, he turned to Caspian and said, "My Master can't meet you yet. He has school, you see." Caspian was perplexed by the man's words as shortly his phone rang. Aphrodite wanted to meet Caspian. ****** I was at school when Athereld called me unexpectedly. Athereld informed me that I could meet my uncle. It was the only news that lifted my mood since I saw the article about Caspian's marriage. I decided to meet my uncle after school. When I went to the shooting club, I was surprised by the number of students. It was almost twice the number on the first day. However, the atmosphere was entirely different from the first day. Most of the students appeared ordinary, considering the ones I had met the previous day. The group I encountered on the first day was sitting in a corner, away from the other student. The ambiance surrounding them was so intense that no one dared to approach them. They appeared more majestic than the first day. It hit me suddenly as I observed the students. "So they are wolves," I mumbled as all of them turned to me. It felt as if they could hear my mumbles as I noticed the slight smirk on their faces. Cristie, the tiny girl from the first day, came to me, dragging me with her to the group. "Welcome!" Aidan, the sophomore, bright, blond guy, cheerfully said. "Something seemed wrong with your wolf yesterday. The presence of it was too weak. No wonder it took you so long to realize our identities," the tall girl said as Eris, the rude one from the previous day, continued to ignore me as if I didn't exist. "What is she going to do here? This girl is so useless that she can't even tell apart the humans and the wolves," Eris said, scrunching his nose and looking away. Everyone seemed unprepared as Eris made the rude comment. Cristie awkwardly said, "Ah- please, don't mind this brat. He speaks without thinking." "Why does it matter?" I questioned calmly. "Aren't we living with the humans and attending all the other classes? What's the problem here?" I asked flatly. "Because that jerk is returning," Eris bitterly said as I stared at them, getting baffled. "Which jerk?" I asked. "Are you talking about me?" a voice pierced the air as everyone shot a burning glare behind me. I turned to come face to face with an exquisite pair of amber eyes. A boy nearly the same age as me was towering over me. His long, dark cherry hair was touching his shoulders like red silk. The tall, slender, yet masculine build could convince anyone to think he was a model. However, the devilish smirk on the boy's face was enough to trigger anyone as he said again, "Are you all not going to welcome me? I have returned after a year, after all." "It would be better if you hadn't," Eris said, looking away bitterly. The boy broke into laughter as he finally noticed me. "You guys are still as cold as ever. Nevertheless, what have we hav gotten here?" the guy questioned, staring at me with sparkling eyes as if I was a prey in his cage. "What happened to your acting career? Why are you back again?" Cristie asked the boy calmly. "Actor?" My eyes widened. "That's why he seemed like a model at first glance," I thought. "Finally flopped?" Eris asked him mockingly. "You know that's not possible," the boy answered as loud cheers came from the hallway. The guy finally turned to me. "Granddaughter of the White Wolves' in the shooting club. Indeed, it was expected. After all, your clan has the most renowned shooters," the guy said, leaning down, bringing his face closer to mine. I stared at the guy skeptically. The guy had an intimidating aura about him. However, I could not sense anything like the ambiance of the other wolves in the shooting club. I was certain that he was a human. Hence, it was strange that he was aware of my grandpa's clan. "Who are you?" I asked the guy, flatly looking at his face. The boy chuckled mischievously. He hastily straightened his back, rubbing his temples. "Ah- my apologies! I didn't even introduce myself to you, though it hurt to know that you haven't seen me on TV,'' he said dramatically. "I am Eleanor Wentworth," he said, showering me with the fakest smile.