Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 385

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 385: The New Match**

The manager wiped the beads of sweat from his brow, his heart racing as he took in the sight of the man seated in the waiting area. Calum Jenkins was a formidable presence, and the weight of that presence pressed heavily on the manager’s shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and approached Calum, who seemed to be lost in thought.

“Marshal Calum,” he began, his voice slightly trembling, “it’s getting late. We’re about to close for the day. It seems that the Beast God still hasn’t found you a suitable match. Perhaps it would be best if you returned tomorrow?” The words felt weak even as he spoke them, inadequate against the intensity of Calum’s quiet demeanor.

Calum’s gaze flickered to the luminous display of the lightcore, the time ticking away with an almost mocking precision. His long, slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the arm of the chair, each tap resonating like a drumbeat in the manager’s chest.

The sound was like a hammer striking an anvil, a reminder of the pressure that hung in the air.

With an effortless fluidity, Calum shifted in his seat, reclining back while crossing his legs. It was a display of grace that was both captivating and commanding, a reminder of the power he wielded.

Then, he raised his head, his cool, steady gaze locking onto the manager’s. There was no anger in his eyes, but the calmness only heightened the intimidation. “Clock out?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual.

The manager felt a shiver run down his spine as Calum repeated the question, the last word rising slightly, laced with a dry amusement that bordered on ridicule. “My lightcore indicates you have twenty minutes remaining in your shift.”

Under the weight of that gaze, the manager felt his resolve waver. “But the waiting area needs to be shut down. Perhaps… perhaps you could go home and wait? As soon as the system finds a match for you, you’ll be notified immediately. It wouldn’t make a difference if you waited at home, would it?”

In response, Calum rose to his full height, the sheer size of him casting a long shadow that enveloped the manager entirely.

“I plan to meet my match the instant the system identifies her,” he stated, his voice deep and unwavering, a declaration rather than a suggestion.

“Please, dispense with the excuses. Go inform your staff: until I receive my match notification, no one is leaving this facility,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

“But—” The manager barely had time to protest before Calum interrupted him.

“There’s no ‘but.’ My patience is finite. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he insisted, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

For a moment, the manager was left speechless, thoughts racing through his mind. It was clear why everyone who encountered Calum described him as more challenging than a wild therian.

Which unfortunate woman was the Beast God planning to pair with this walking tempest? And why hadn’t she arrived yet?

Meanwhile, downstairs, Emma hurried alongside Silas and Drake, urgency propelling them toward the Consort Pavilion. They arrived just in time, the doors about to close behind them.

“Hello!” Emma called out, breathless as she presented the message she had received. “This is what the system sent me today. Can I complete the matching now?”

The staff member glanced at her wrist lightcore, recognition dawning on their face. “Yes, certainly,” they replied, their demeanor shifting to one of eagerness.

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