Loe, you set me up! It was already 6 p.m. by the time Caden and I walked out of the venue, chatting and laughing as we strolled toward the parking lot. Just as we turned the corner, Susan came charging toward us like a storm. She glared at me, eyes wild. "Loe—no, I should say Rosaline—why did you sabotage me? That award, that trophy in your hands, it should've been mine!" Her voice rose uncontrollably, and her delicate features twisted with rage. A few bystanders slowed down to watch the scene unfold. Caden immediately stepped in front of me, his brows furrowed, shielding me without hesitation. I sighed, both helpless and a little disgusted. I hadn't expected her obsession to run this deep. Tugging gently on Caden's sleeve, I gave him a look that told him not to intervene. I took a step forward and faced her calmly. "Susan, let's get one thing straight—you were the one who tried to frame me. We're both designers. If you had challenged me in a fair competition, I might've respected you as a worthy rival. But now? You've crossed a line. Plagiarizing someone else's work? That's a crime in Fostrau." As I spoke, I gave Caden a subtle signal to call the cop and mouthed a single name, "Candice." He understood immediately. With a small nod, he pulled out his phone and called the police, reporting everything—Susan's plagiarism and Candice's theft of the original design sketches. Susan's expression changed dramatically. She'd lived in Fostrau long enough to understand exactly what that meant. She moved as if to stop him—but it was already too late. Caden ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket without mercy. Susan, a Beta-class werewolf, didn't dare lay a finger on an Alpha. His security guards pinned her where she stood before she could make another move. About 30 minutes later, an SUV pulled up. Two werewolf officers stepped out, cuffed the now-limp Susan, and loaded her into the vehicle. That night, Susan's reputation was ruined beyond repair. As for Candice? She didn't get far. A foreigner living under watchful eyes, she was easy for the Fostrau police to track. Soon enough, she was arrested by the werewolf unit for theft and even kidnapping. What awaited her would be a long, harsh trial. Everything seemed to be over. News of Caden's proposal to me had already spread like wildfire thanks to the live broadcast of the award ceremony. The internet was in a frenzy.But neither Caden nor I cared. We spent a few peaceful days vacationing in Fostrau—just the two of us. No drama, no distractions. We went on dates, stayed in, and enjoyed each other's company. When we returned to Rivemon, the first thing we did was visit Richard. Caden gripped my hand like he was afraid I'd disappear. He walked through the front door with a bright smile. "Grandpa, we are back." Richard looked up, and his eyes lit up with delight and surprise. "You're finally back! I've missed you both so much." "Rosaline wanted to come see you right after the competition," Caden said, glancing at me affectionately. "But I thought she deserved a break, so I kept her in Fostrau a little longer. Also, we've got a big event to plan. I proposed at the awards ceremony—and she said yes." Richard blinked at me, then broke into a huge grin. "Rosie, you finally agreed to marry this rascal? That's wonderful news! I can finally rest easy now! Haha." I smiled, a little shy. "Yes, I've said yes. We've even picked out the ring. Everything's set. You don't have to worry about anything." On my right hand, a handcrafted diamond ring sparkled. Caden had taken me to a jeweler the day after the ceremony, where we chose a one-of-a-kind piece just for me. As the three of us chatted, Eleanor and Queenie arrived at the house. The moment they walked in and saw me sitting with Caden by Richard's side, Queenie's face darkened. Eleanor looked more composed, though she was clearly suppressing her feelings. She forced a polite smile as she spoke to Richard. "We came by to see you." Caden's face fell the second he heard their voices. He looked up at the mother and daughter; his smile disappeared. "What are you doing here?" he said coldly. "You're not welcome. Please leave." I creased my brows and whispered, "Caden." Obviously, I didn't want him to confront his mother and sister. No one needed that kind of scene. "Oh come on, Caden, don't get so worked up," Queenie said lightly, pretending not to notice the tension. "We just came to visit Grandpa. That's all." She walked over and placed a box on the table. "Grandpa, we brought some supplements for you. You have to accept them, okay?" Richard gave a tight-lipped smile and said flatly, "How thoughtful." Queenie didn't seem bothered. She straightened up and turned her gaze to me, stepping a little closer. "You just got back, right? I watched the competition and the awards."In her eyes, I saw pure jealousy and spite— Like she was silently asking, what makes you so special? Why do you get to win Caden's heart?