A Beautiful Luna After Rejection-Chapter 337 - 337 Uniform And Medal

337 Uniform And Medal

Sasha shook her head at me, indicating that she didn’t know either.

I looked in the direction that Michael had gone in, and for a while, no one came out, so I started talking to Sasha in a low voice. 𝗳r𝗲𝙚w𝐞𝚋𝘯𝚘ѵ𝗲l.𝑐oｍ

“Is this an inner prison in the palace used to imprison someone?”

“I don’t think so,” Sasha denied. “The imperial family’s internal prison is specially prepared for the direct bloodline of the imperial family. Ordinary prisoners don’t have the chance to be locked in at all. We know exactly who they are. If these people are caught, there will always be some news. But I’ve never heard of any related news.”

I nodded in agreement. I was making a wild guess. If this were really a prison for the royal family, there wouldn’t be only a few guards at the door, and even Sasha and I could not have come this far.

However, if it was not a case that was closely related to the royal family, why would Brandon want Michael to be personally responsible for it? He worked day and night, and why did Michael come here?

I watched as the sun rose and set. It was already past noon. Other than seeing a few servants coming in and out, Sasha and I didn’t get any helpful information.

I was starting to get impatient with stalking Michael.

Maybe it was just an ordinary office, and Michael was sitting inside to deal with the things that Brandon had given him. He was so busy that he didn’t even have time to have a proper lunch. He left early and returned late every day, trying his best to calm my emotions. Yet, I was here suspecting him and following him just because of some illogical dreams.

Guilt rose in my heart, and I felt like I had done something stupid again.

Taking advantage of the fact that Michael had yet to discover us, it would be wise to stop in time. Sasha and I would slip back the way we came and pretend nothing had happened.

I thought to myself as I tugged on Sasha’s sleeve.

However, I saw that Sasha gestured for her to keep quiet as she stared at the door that Michael had just entered through.

I followed her gaze and looked over again. The door was opened with a small gap from the inside, then wholly pulled open. I could faintly hear the voices of a few people talking.

I couldn’t help but hold my breath, trying to hear what they were saying with my Lycan hearing.

However, their conversation soon stopped, and then they heard footsteps.

I opened my eyes wide and stared at the person who came out of the door.

The first was a pair of black leather shoes. The tips of the shoes were polished until they were shiny, reflecting the outline of a pair of well-ironed suit pants and upper body.

I could easily tell from this detail that this person wasn’t Michael, but this person’s attire wasn’t an ordinary guard’s. For the entire morning, Sasha and I only saw Michael go in, so who exactly was this person who came out now? And who was Michael with the entire morning?

I felt my heart beating faster and faster, and I couldn’t help but look up. A neat uniform and a glittering medal on the chest – it was General Lovecraft!

It was as if a huge rock had hit my brain, and I was completely stunned!

It was General Lovecraft!

My dream was real!

Could everything Michael told me before be a lie? I asked him so many times. I told him all my doubts and worries. I told him that I was disturbed by dreams and couldn’t sleep. But he never once told me he was working with General Lovecraft.

Everything in the dream seemed to be right in front of me.

The dark room, the wavering candle, and the murmurs of unknown people...

I used all my strength to grab the wallpaper on the wall. My fingertips had turned white from using too much strength. I saw the worried look in Sasha’s eyes. I tried to suppress the uncomfortable dizziness in my head and continued to look toward the door.

A few more people walked out next to General Lovecraft.

One of them was wearing a hood, so I couldn’t see his face clearly. However, I could sense a strange aura from that person’s body, and this aura made me very uncomfortable. Two people were following behind him, who seemed to be his servants.

The last person to walk out of the room was Michael.

His face looked very gloomy, and there was a slight fatigue that I had gradually become familiar with these days.

There was a layer of frost on Michael’s face, and the guards standing next to him lowered their heads even more, but General Lovecraft and the hooded person seemed to be completely unaffected.

“Your Highness, the recent progress is not satisfactory,” General Lovecraft said.