LUNA THE CAPTIVE HEALER novel Chapter 39

Hazel’s POV:

Vincent smiled at Joseph, his tone carrying a barely perceptible disdain: “Excuse me, first come, first served. If we’re talking about dancing, I should be first. Don’t you think so, Joseph?”

Joseph turned to look at Vincent, a smile curving his lips: “Indeed, everything has its order. However, young master Vincent should also understand basic social etiquette.”

His tone was calm, yet every word carried a provocative arrogance. This counterattack made me pause in surprise. After all, few people dared to challenge someone like Vincent so directly.

Vincent’s smile gradually disappeared, his expression turning somewhat cold. The two men’s gazes crossed like lightning and flint colliding–seemingly calm on the surface, but hiding sparks of confrontation underneath.

Honestly, Joseph’s words just now gave me a new understanding of him. So this seemingly refined and gentle man actually had a powerful ruthless streak inside. After all, daring to go against someone like Vincent was definitely not simple.

Vincent’s hand gripped mine with just the right amount of force, making me momentarily unable to move. The tense atmosphere in the air made me involuntarily frown.

“Long time no see, Joseph. How did your words become even more unpleasant than before?” Vincent spoke coldly, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Joseph smiled slightly, showing no weakness: “Compared to you, young master, I still need some practice.”

I suppressed the urge to watch them compete with each other, forcefully pulling my hand free from Vincent’s grip. Looking down at both of them, I suddenly felt somewhat irritated.

“Why don’t you two dance together,” I said with displeasure, my tone carrying a hint of helplessness and teasing.

After speaking, I lifted my skirt hem, turned and walked away, thinking: These two don’t get along, so why drag me into the

middle?

Third Person POV:

Vincent lowered his hand, looking in the direction Hazel left, his lips curving slightly with a possessive indulgence in his tone: “As you can see, my Omega sister has this kind of personality.”

Joseph lightly pushed his glasses up his nose bridge, his deep eyes also tinged with coolness: “With no blood relation at all, don’t try to claim family ties.”

Vincent’s smile faded as he warned coldly and expressionlessly: “Don’t get any ideas about her.”

But for Joseph, this sentence had no threatening effect.

He looked at Vincent, his lips curving slightly: “Why shouldn’t I?”

Vincent’s eyes turned cold and sharp, the aura around him also changing.

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Luna, the Captive Healer: Claimed by the Alpha King, Four Brothers Beg Her Mercy

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Hazel’s POV

This banquet hosted by Blood Moon Pack, though a grand event in high society circles, still had some news beginning to spread, especially regarding Blood Moon Pack princess’s beauty and their doting on her, as well as Silver Moon Pack being thrown out because of their princess–this had already spread in small circles.

However, Silver Moon Pack’s four brothers were obviously not simple–they had blocked quite a bit of negative news about Silver Moon Pack.

At this moment, Maxwell approached with some documents: “My lady, regarding the Smith family, these are the places they’ve been and people they’ve contacted recently.”

I put down the “Urban Legend” script and looked at the tablet Maxwell handed me. Seeing the list of contacts and activities of the Smith family, I curved my lips in a smile.

“Give them a few more of Caroline’s frequent locations, and don’t let the four Dominic brothers off either. Good siblings should face things together,” I said lightly.

Maxwell nodded, seeming very interested in this task: “Got it.”

I continued flipping through the script, saying casually: “The Smith family’s creditors can be more aggressive in their pressure.”

“Yes,” Maxwell replied. “By the way, about enrollment. The school is asking when you’ll start.”

“No rush for now, we’ll see,” I replied softly.

Maxwell nodded: “Alright.”

Later, I made time to visit Vivienne at the hospital, continuing her acupuncture treatment according to the regimen. Although she still hadn’t fully awakened, after this treatment her complexion looked much better–no longer so pale.

“I’ll come again,” I said softly to Vivienne on the bed, feeling somewhat emotional.

When leaving the hospital, I unexpectedly encountered Anna, carrying her son’s things. Seeing me, she immediately ran over.

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