Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 306

**Chapter 306: Come Back**

**Deanna’s POV:**

I pulled my gaze away from the mountain of documents that had consumed my attention for what felt like hours. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on my shoulders, and the tension in the air was palpable.

“Ferris,” I heard him panting as he burst into my office, his face flushed with urgency. “Philip, the former chairman, has just sold off all his remaining shares to an overseas investment group. And get this—the new shareholders have allied with the elders of the Mistbane Group. They’re claiming that… your scandal is seriously tarnishing the Mistbane Pack’s reputation within the werewolf business community. They’re demanding your immediate resignation, or they’ll rally everyone to boycott the malls and bring our operations to a grinding halt.”

The news hit me like a cold wave. My brows knitted together in frustration and disbelief.

Just then, Rachel entered the room, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. “Ms. Wiley, we need to schedule a press conference right away. With everything unfolding so rapidly, this isn’t merely an attack on the Mistbane Group—it’s a direct assault on you. Someone is targeting you specifically.”

I felt the pen in my hand tighten under my grip, the pressure of the moment making my heart race. “Alright. Contact the media. We’ll hold the press conference tomorrow,” I instructed, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Rachel hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing as she asked, “And… will your boyfriend be attending?”

A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I lowered my gaze slightly. The truth was, I still hadn’t managed to reach Luis.

“No. I’ll handle this myself,” I replied, my tone firm but tinged with a hint of sadness.

Rachel’s expression reflected her worry, but she nodded and set off to execute the plan.

Deep down, I was acutely aware that my words alone wouldn’t be enough to quell the rising tide of anger that had taken root online.

But I found myself with no other options.

After a while, I exited my office and made my way toward the underground parking garage, the echo of my footsteps accompanying me in the dimly lit corridor.

As I approached, a sleek Maybach rolled down its window, revealing Malcolm’s familiar, soothing expression, which seemed to offer a momentary reprieve from the chaos.

“Mr. Faulkner,” I greeted him softly as I leaned in and climbed into the car.

He handed me a recording file along with a flash drive, and I accepted them with trembling hands, a rush of gratitude flooding over me. “Thank you. It must’ve been nearly impossible to retrieve the hotel’s footage.”

Malcolm’s POV:

Witnessing the gratitude reflected in Deanna’s eyes brought a small smile to my lips. “It just took a bit of effort,” I replied, trying to downplay the lengths I had gone to.

In truth, I had dispatched a team to sift through the hotel’s surveillance footage.

When we arrived, we discovered that someone else had already taken the recordings. I spent an entire day and night at that hotel, searching for any clue that might help.

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