That's right. I did it on purpose. The moment Jessica unwrapped the gift, I knew exactly what she was planning today. "Shamus Bailey ... " she murmured, brows furrowing as she repeated the name. Most people had no idea who Shamus was. But in the world of sculpture across the Werewolf Continent, he was a true legend—an undisputed master. The artist Jessica had always worshipped? He was merely Shamus's student. Back in his prime, Shamus suddenly laid down his tools and withdrew from the art scene altogether. That's when his protégés began stepping into the spotlight one by one, gaining fame and accolades. But no one really knew what Shamus had done after vanishing from the public eye. That is, until a few years ago, when Norris casually mentioned that his mentor had gone traveling—touring the rivers and forests of the wild lands. Watching Jessica's proud face crumble into disappointment filled me with a quiet sense of satisfaction. She probably never imagined that I'd have a personal connection to her mentor's mentor—and an even deeper one than hers. And to think, she didn't even heard of him. "Richard, do you like the gift?" I asked, ignoring Jessica's expression, flashing Richard a warm smile. Richard gave a soft grunt. "Not entirely." "Huh?" I blinked, feigning innocence. "But I put so much effort into preparing this. What could possibly be wrong?" "The gift itself is fine," Richard replied, his voice calm. "It's Shay I have a problem with." That caught my attention. I tilted my head in curiosity, eyes twinkling. "Oh?" He crossed his arms, idly fiddling with the carved beads, then scoffed. "That stubborn old man swore he'd never part with that Pegasus carving. I offered him everything—money, favors, even rare stones. He refused every time. Swindled me out of a fortune, too. I was furious." Pegasus? My eyes widened slightly. I remembered that piece. Shay had already given it to me, hadn't he? I glanced sideways and leaned in toward Richard. "But think about it, Richard. Shay had been retired for years. He swore off sculpting forever. And now? You're the one who made him break that vow." That got him. His lips curled into a reluctant smile as he tapped my forehead. "Who are you kidding? It wasn't me who convinced him—it was you, you little troublemaker. Still, I've got to hand it to you. This was one heck of a surprise." "As long as you're happy, Richard," I said with a grin. "Oh, I'm thrilled, no doubt about it. But I'd be even happier if you and Caden could give me a grandson already." "Richard!" I gasped, shrinking back in embarrassment. I never expected Richard to say something so outrageous at a public event. My face burned as I looked at him. Before Richard could say more, Caden stepped in and wrapped a protective arm around me, pulling me close. With the gift presented, the party was halfway through. Richard, though fond of festivities, wasn't one for noise, so he excused himself before things grew too rowdy. Despite being Richard's birthday, the event was more of a networking gala—every Alpha and heir from Rivemon's elite packs had shown up. Everyone came bearing gifts, sure, but more importantly, they were here to forge alliances. Once the formal banquet ended, it shifted into a more relaxed cocktail party. I sat quietly on a couch, nibbling on a slice of cake, watching from afar as Caden chatted with others. The boredom was starting to creep in. "Rosie!" Naomi came over, holding her dress as she approached, with Samuel following closely behind. I nodded politely, but before I could say anything, Naomi burst out, "Rosaline, did you find out who broke into the company and who the traitor was? Do you know who they are? Can you tell me?" "What's going on?" I looked up, slightly amused. Naomi was a sweet girl—this sudden agitation was new. "I want to make them pay!" she snapped. "Those two caused so much damage. I nearly—" she stopped herself mid-sentence. "I'm putting them behind bars, no doubt about it. But before that ... how are you planning to deal with them?" I smirked. "Hmm ... I haven't decided yet."Naomi pouted and vowed, "But if I rough them up too badly, and they sue me, I'd be the one getting burned." I leaned in closer, whispering, "Oh, come on. With the way Samuel dotes on you, I'm sure he'd protect you no matter what. You two are practically the poster couple for soulmates—it's enough to make people jealous." As expected, Naomi's ears turned a bright red. She glanced at Samuel, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. I sighed and rubbed my temple. Great. NowI'dplayedmyselfandendedupwiththosetwoshowingofftheirlove.