Chapter 2

Violet's POV

I looked toward the training camp's main entrance.

That girl was carrying a limited-edition Hermès bag with an antique necklace around her neck.

It was the one Xavier claimed he accidentally lost last week.

"Let her in."

Gamma Silas nodded and brought the girl in.

Amber stood before me.

Nineteen years old, young, tight skin, wearing a suit that was obviously trying to imitate my clothing style, her eyes full of eager ambition.

I waved my hand, signaling gamma Silas to take the young wolves to play.

Only then did I ask Amber what she wanted.

She handed me a crumpled receipt.

"Miss Violet, Alpha Xavier accidentally spilled red wine on my dress last night. He said you should handle it and told me to come to you for reimbursement of the cleaning fee."

I glanced at the amount on the receipt: $1,800.

Then I glanced at the dress she was wearing.

I didn't take the receipt. Instead, I took out my phone, opened the payment code, and transferred $2,000 to her.

"Keep the change."

I smiled at her.

Amber froze, clearly not expecting this reaction from me.

She crumpled the receipt into a ball and threw it hard at me:

"What are you so smug about! Xavier said you're a loose, boring, useless woman! He said seeing you makes him sick!"

I raised my hand and slapped her face to the side.

Amber covered her face, looking at me in shock.

"Use the extra money to buy mouthwash. A dirty mouth makes people look down on you."

I pulled a tissue from my pocket and carefully wiped my right hand that had just struck her.

"Acting so arrogant before you've even gained a foothold—that's asking for death."

Amber's eyes instantly reddened. She pulled out her phone, took a photo of me, and sent a voice message with a tearful voice:

"Xavier, that woman hit me... She's so mean, I'm so scared."

After sending the voice message, she glared at me viciously.

"Xavier said you're a nanny."

This sentence echoed in my mind.

Seven years ago when Xavier was injured, I stayed by his bedside all night. Back then he said:

"You're my angel."

Now the angel had become a nanny.

Only youth and fresh bloodlines had become the only hard currency.

I threw away the tissue in my hand.

That slap was just interest.