The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 693

"No need to tell us," My father said.

"The less we know, the safer. We do not know what will happen here. We have to be unable to give valuable information under duress. It is the only way," My father said, and Grey agreed.

"Just tell the King to remember what his sister-in-law said. Do not give Yuri time to mobilise his people," Grey said, and I nodded.

"I am sure Sylvester knows better," I replied.

"Very well, we will set everything in place tomorrow. Hopefully, he chooses not to attack, but I plan to get information from Gordon, make him suffer, and pay for that plant. Hayland would have to take responsibility for the damage their Alpha caused in Mountain," My father said through gritted teeth, and I knew Gordon would not have it easy.

We lingered a bit before we decided to retire.

I linked Max to talk by asking him to join me in the lounge. I had promised Timothy I would speak to him. It was time for me to discuss Mirabel with him before I left.

I felt weird about it knowing I would kick against it if I were in his shoes, but a promise was a promise.

I got to the lounge and poured both of us drinks.

"Nervous about tomorrow?" Max asked me, and I nodded.

"Heard they will be disguised," he said, laughing, and I nodded.

"They will be leaving in Kappa uniforms. So they won't be detected," I said, and he smiled.

"I can only imagine how they would look," Max said, laughing at the thought.

"So you will be going with a security detail of twenty people, you, Amelia, Devin, Susan, Clay, Alexei, and the two nurses Erik brought with him," he said, and I bobbed my head.

"I can see you disguising all of them as your security detail, but how would you pass Erik off? He is too small, and no matter what he does with his eyes and hair, you can't pass him off as part of your security. He doesn't fit the profile," He said, making a valid point. Something we had thought of.

"I know he won't be part of the security. I am contemplating disguising him as my secretary." I said, and Max laughed.

"I do not think that would work either. Most men do not come in that size; it would be a red light for an informant," He added, smiling, then gulped down the brandy I had poured him. It was indeed a dilemma I was yet to solve.

Max looked at the glass.

"I honestly thought it was malted whiskey," he said, scrunching his nose.

"What happened to the sense of smell?" I asked him, and he laughed at himself.

It was good to see him happy, even in the presence of Avery and Marcel. Just like me, both he and Kyle had come a long way.

"Back to the reason I called you here," I said, and he was attentive.

We both sat on the high stool by the bar of the lounge. I grabbed the bowl of nuts we had left there earlier and started picking on them. Max joined me too.

"Timothy is hoping you will mate with Mirabel and take over his pack," I said, and Max laughed a bit.

"He is looking at the wrong man," He said, laughing, and I knew his response was no.

I felt sorry for Timothy because he wanted to retire badly. It was best he found a strong beta for his granddaughter because Max would soon return to Hill Valley, and Kyle would return to Brent.

There isn't anyone I know with Alpha genes that can do the job. Most of them owned packs or belonged to packs and might want a merger which I know Timothy would not like. It was a difficult situation.

"He should be asking Andrew. Mirabel captured his attention in Brentwood. Although short, it was long enough to leave an impression," Max said, and my eyes widened.

"Are you serious?" I asked, and he nodded.

"He asked Casper that night who she was, and I recognised that look anytime. I guess you haven't noticed because she is in recovery, and we have been occupied, but Andrew checks on her before returning to the bungalow at night. I know this because I traced him two nights ago. You know we all suspect him. I was surprised that he went to the clinic to check on Mirabel," he said, and I started laughing with relief.

A pure Stepanov Delta is just as good as an Alpha. I am sure Timothy would be overjoyed with this. I decided to not tell him just yet and wait and see.

I knew many people did not trust Andrew, but hopefully, his hands are clean; Timothy can comfortably retire while Andrew runs Brentwood alongside Mirabel.

Max and I talked about trivial stuff and soon decided to retire. Tomorrow would be a long day, and I wasn't looking forward to it.