The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 169 - 167: Taken Home and Raised_2

Caleb Manning, in his baby tiger form, seemed to understand and let out a weak "whimper," like he was responding.

She raised an eyebrow: "Oh, quite spirited. Seems like his intelligence didn’t regress with his transformation."

With the healing from the Wood Element Ability, the little one’s wounds healed quickly, his body regained some warmth, and he no longer appeared as cold as before, showing a bit more vitality.

He finally didn’t look like he would drop dead at any moment.

She withdrew her ability and carried Caleb Manning, who had reverted to an infant form, back to the salt field, conflicted about how to explain it to Corbin Crowley and the others.

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Beast King City, majestic and grand, with ancient stone walls towering into the clouds, the walls carved with the totem of the Nine-Tailed White Fox, alluring and vivid.

Sunlight spilled on the walls, reflecting golden light, dazzling and brilliant.

Chloe Callahan stood on the palace’s balcony, overlooking this ancient magnificent city, her heart filled with emotion.

She wore a pristine white linen gown, the hem fluttered gently in the wind, accentuating her elegance and beauty.

Although her looks weren’t considered beautiful, her gentle and pitiful demeanor, paired with alabaster skin, made her captivating.

Especially those watery eyes, full of affection and allure, extremely enchanting.

"Miss Callahan, His Highness requests your presence."

A female slave approached respectfully, speaking in a low voice.

Chloe Callahan withdrew her gaze, smiling slightly, her voice gentle: "Alright, I’ll go now."

She followed the female slave through the long corridor, arriving at Nolan Sterling’s chamber.

The palace was lavishly decorated, with exquisite beast skin paintings hung on the walls, soft beast skin blanket covering the floor, a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

Nolan Sterling was sitting on the beast skin blanket, holding a ceramic cup containing purplish-red wine, which resembled grape wine.

He took casual sips, the nine fox tails behind him fanned out, making his presence both lazy and bewitching.

Seeing Chloe Callahan enter, he glanced at her, a meaningful smile curving at his lips: "How did you rest last night?"

Chloe Callahan bowed slightly, her voice soft: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. I rested well."

Nolan Sterling chuckled softly, raising his hand to beckon her, his voice deep and enticing: "Come over!"

Chloe Callahan paused briefly, her eyes flickering before she timidly approached.

Yet as she neared, her toe intentionally caught on the beast skin blanket, making her stumble into Nolan Sterling’s arms.

Nolan Sterling was momentarily taken aback, instinctively reaching out to catch Chloe Callahan.

He looked down at her, seeing her clutching his collar in a panic, a low laugh escaping his throat: "Offering yourself?"

Chloe Callahan was caught by Nolan Sterling, a suitable blush coloring her face, but internally she was triumphant.

Feigning panic, she struggled to rise, her voice tender: "Your Highness, I’m sorry. I... I didn’t mean it."

Nolan Sterling chuckled, his long fingers gently pinching her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

His foxy eyes gleamed playfully, his voice deep and seductive: "Not intentional? Then what was it? Hmm?"

Chloe Callahan’s heart raced, her eyes shimmering, and her voice carried some grievance, pitifully saying: "Your Highness, I... I just tripped accidentally."

Nolan Sterling’s lips curved slightly, his fingers lightly caressing her chin, his voice teasing: "Oh? Your ’accidental’ act was quite fitting."

Chloe Callahan bit her lip, a hint of scheming flashing in her eyes, her voice growing even softer: "Your Highness, please don’t tease me."

Nolan Sterling chuckled, releasing her, turning back to sit on the beast skin blanket, the nine fox tails behind him gently swaying, his voice lazy: "I’ve sent my men to search for your companion. Rest assured."

Chloe Callahan’s heart panicked, but her expression remained pitiful, speaking softly: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your trouble. It’s just... I’m worried he may have already..."

She deliberately hesitated, her eyes welling with tears, as if truly worried about her "missing" companion.

At first, after waking, she truly worried about Caleb Manning’s safety.

After all, Caleb Manning was her only reliance in the beast world.

But now, everything was different.

She no longer needed to worry about survival; armed with her modern knowledge, as long as she could charm Nolan Sterling, leveraging her skills and knowledge, she could live comfortably.

Even becoming the mistress of Beast King City wasn’t impossible in the future.

Regarding Caleb Manning, deep down she somewhat hoped he wouldn’t appear.

At least not before Nolan Sterling falls for her.

Nolan Sterling’s foxy eyes narrowed again, his gaze sweeping across her face ambiguously.

Chloe Callahan noticed him staring at her, her heart filled with unease, her hands gently squeezing.

Nolan Sterling suddenly chuckled, retracting his gaze, no longer scrutinizing her, speaking meaningfully: "You don’t seem to worry about your companion as much as you show."

His voice lazy and seductive, carrying an air of nonchalance.

Chloe Callahan’s heart skipped uncontrollably, growing increasingly tense.

Not surprised at the Nine-Tails’ keen insight, far more difficult to fool than Caleb Manning.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she could truly control such a man?

Nonetheless, her face remained pitiful, "Your Highness, I... I just daren’t consider the worst outcome. After all, Caleb Manning is my sole reliance. If he’s truly in trouble, I... I wouldn’t know what to do?"

Tears welled in her eyes, her expression pitiful and sorrowful.

Nolan Sterling said nothing, merely cast her a fleeting glance, a playful smile on his lips.

If she were truly worried for her companion, how could she have the mind to seduce him?

Although he saw through her little act, he didn’t expose it.

Nor did it concern him whether she truly worried for her companion.

As long as she held value, and he had some interest in her, that sufficed.

He raised the ceramic cup for a sip, his voice calm: "Tell me about what happened with your companion. Why were you pursued?"

Compared to the female before him, this matter intrigued him more.