The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

Chapter 1194 Eavesdropping

Rufus' POV:

I had never eavesdropped before, but at this moment, I felt such a strong urge that I couldn't ignore it. It prompted me to listen in on the pink-masked she-wolf.

I didn't require much effort to get close to the room where the she-wolf and the boy were. I found a cracked open window and cautiously lowered my head to observe what was happening inside.

The first thing I spotted was the she-wolf's back. She was bent over the bed and putting something on it.

A dingy bulb cast a dim glow around the room. The kidnapped boy was lying on a mid-sized bed.

I watched the she-wolf as she tucked the boy in and then leaned to whisper into his ear, "Little boy, I have got on Lee's bad side for you. Do you know that? That was Lee we're talking about! You had better remember that you owe me a huge favor. You will have to repay me. You have to treat me like your mother, earn me a lot of money, and bring me many young, handsome, and strong men. Do you understand?"

I automatically sneered when I heard this.

What a dumb she-wolf!

She could have taken advantage of this boy to achieve more meaningful things, but she only wanted money and men.

As I was about to start listening to her again, she suddenly got to her feet and walked toward the window.

I thought she had spotted me and immediately pulled myself back up on the roof beam, but she just locked the window.

I heaved a sigh of relief, after which I heard rustling footsteps in the room. Sometime later, I heard the she-wolf shut the door.

I looked down and saw her leaving.

I didn't get off the rafter until I was certain she was out of sight and no one else was wandering nearby.

Just as I expected, the door was locked.

I could have easily broken down the door with brute force, but I was worried that guards might be stationed nearby. If they became alerted, the consequences would be dire.

I wasn't afraid of them, but I had to consider the boy's safety.

I studied the keyhole, wanting to figure out how to open the lock without tipping off the others.

I didn't know why, but for some reason, I felt a strange sense of familiarity as I looked at the keyhole.

My intuition told me that I would be able to open the lock.

I wasn't sure, but I wanted to try.

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I detached a ring-shaped pin from the mask I was wearing and straightened it, converting it into thin long iron wire. After I slowly inserted it into the keyhole, I followed my tactile sensation and turned it.

A miracle then happened. I really opened the lock.

I felt incredible when I saw this.

When did learn to pick locks? Why didn't I know this fact about myself? Who had taught me this sneaky skill felt a migraine coming on as my memory seemed to blur a little.

As my mind returned to the poor child in the room,

I didn't have time to dwell on it. Instead, I quickly stole into the room.

The child was fast asleep on the bed. When I saw him, my first instinct was to check if he was hurt.

After ensuring that he was fine, I finally felt relieved.

I tried to silently recall his name.

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and panic.

My heart began pounding in that brief moment.

My reaction caught me by surprise. Forcing myself to forget about it, I tried to calm down.

I shook my heavy head and finally remembered the child's name, so I called out, "Arron, Arron..."

The boy didn't respond. I began to wonder if I had stumbled upon the wrong child.

I placed my hand on the mask that covered the boy's face, wanting to see if he resembled that beautiful woman.

But when I removed it, I was presented with a face that looked almost like mine did when I was a child.

How could this be? A wave of astonishment surged through me.

Why did I feel a sense of loss when I looked at this boy's face?