Chapter 134: The Real Owner Of Goodland

Angel

The words just came out on their own, so smooth like butter.

I love you April January.💘

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

I actually have a girlfriend now, and I am completely in love with her.

I carefully carried my baby Coco in my arms as we walked down the corridor to go find her demon cat.

"Coco, you officially got a mommy now. Don’t worry, we are going to give you and your upcoming kitten or kittens a whole lot of love..." I hugged her closely against my chest, and she let out a small, offended meow. "Oh, sorry. I still keep forgetting about your massive belly..."

We eventually found ourselves inside a wide, open atrium, and behold, Percy was sitting right inside a fancy restaurant alongside his annoying owners.

Coco instantly jumped straight out of my hands the moment her eyes locked onto him, running across the floor to join her fur lover.

I’m still getting the hang of this whole soft-hearted thing.

When I got closer to their table, both of them raised their heads from the menu they were reading and looked back up at me.

"Oh, look who decided to show up... the infamous Young Master of the Morningstars District herself..."

Tessa Johnson spoke up first, her voice dripping with artificial politeness.

I still genuinely wonder if red suits are just her absolute favorite thing in the world or if it’s literally the only suit design she owns, because it’s the exact same style I’ve seen her wearing every single time.

Red Demon.

"Hey to you too... So, what is the actual feedback about my proposal?"

A few days ago, I sent an official email to Charlie formally requesting to adopt Percival from them and make him a Morningstar.

"Angel, we really can’t just give you Percy," Charlie said, looking at me with a tired expression. "He’s our little boy. Like I told you before, let me just continue co-parenting with you..."

Then Tessa cut in before Charlie could even finish her sentence.

"Co-parenting with a total black sheep is not good for my brand," Tessa stated coldly, adjusting her sleeves. "Charlie, you should just book a proper session with the vet after this celebration and castrate Percy so he won’t repeat the exact same mistake ever again..."

I definitely needed to sit myself down on a chair first before I listened to whatever other nonsense that bitch was about to utter out of her mouth.

She is lucky I’m in a good mood, I would have just smacked her right..

"Castrate Percy? Why on earth would you ever want to do something like that to him?" Charlie asked her Boss of a fiancée, looking completely taken aback by the suggestion.

"Charlie, do not ask me unnecessary questions right now," Tessa snapped back without even looking at her. "If you don’t have anything to order from the menu, let’s just go back to our cabin and unpack our luggage."

Looking at that proud Alpha sitting across from me, I just saw someone I absolutely hated with every fiber of my being.

"You are a total piece of shit," I said, glaring directly at the red bitch.

"Excuse me, what did you just call me?" Tessa paused her movement, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits.

"You fucking heard me loud and clear... You bitch wearing a stupid demon pantsuit. You should be extremely lucky that I actually like that cat over there. He would have been dead by now if it weren’t for Coco..."

"Angel, please don’t insult her like that..." Charlie pleaded softly, placing a hand on my arm to calm me down.

"Hey, you..." I shot right back at her, shaking my head at her weakness. "This high-school piece of shit next to you is really not worth it. Take my honest advice while you still can. She will always love that stupid company far more than she will ever love you, and when she sees that you are no longer useful to her goals, she will drop you. She is showing you all the warning signs right now. You better not ignore them..."

These kinds of shallow people are the exact ones who value raw money and status far more than actual relationships.

Good for the brand my ass..

I didn’t even want to come over to this table in the first place, I only came because of Coco.

Before the Alpha bitch could utter another single word to defend herself, I stood up from the chair.

"Charlie, do me a favor and bring Coco to my cabin when she is completely done playing with Percy."

I immediately left the restaurant area, trying my best to find my way back down the long hallway toward our cabin when I suddenly bumped straight into someone walking the other way.

"Can’t you walk properly?" I growled, using my hand to push the person backward.

"Oh, sorry, sorry about that..."

When I looked properly at the person’s face, I was completely confused.

Which exact sister was I looking at right now, the lovesick Beta or the evil Alpha?

She clearly had an Alpha scent lingering around her body, but when I looked down toward her waist, my confusion only doubled.

"Anita..." I called out, narrowing my eyes.

"No, it’s actually me, Benny..."

Huh?

"What the fuck? Why are you looking like your sister?" I was completely confused, still scanning her whole body up and down. I was pretty sure that was an actual dick outline under her pants.

"It’s just a flexible strap-on," she whispered quickly.

"Huh?"

"What I’m trying to say is, it’s actually me, Benita Goodman, but I am here pretending to be my twin sister, Anita Goodman," she explained, looking around the hallway nervously. "I put on a heavy spray of Alpha deodorant..."

"Why would you even do that?"

"My sister was invited to this cruise, but I wasn’t," Benita confessed. "And since she is currently stuck abroad for work, I just used her invitation card, disguised myself as an Alpha, and here I am."

I was still staring at her with total disbelief on my face.

"Do you want to see my strap-on right now just to clear all your doubts?" she asked.

"Yes, do it. Show me right now."

Even after she pulled back her belt slightly and let me see the silicone strap underneath, I was still not entirely convinced. She still somehow had the faint scent of a real Alpha lingering on her skin.

Why do Betas always want to be Alphas so badly? Now they’re even producing specialized deodorant to fake it...

But why on earth was the real Anita Goodman invited to this private cruise in the first place? I really hope it’s not what I am thinking.

"Why was your evil twin invited to a place like this anyway?" I asked, hoping she would clear my doubts...

"My sister is the founder and co-CEO of Goodland," Benita replied plainly.

I really should have known. There was literally good right in that company name.

That evil bitch is absolutely no good for the district.