Free Web NovelChapter 107: Chapter 107 Failed Visit
Sylvia’s POV
My assistant was visibly curious about our next move, his eyes searching mine for some miraculous solution.
I shook my head, feeling the weight of our situation pressing down on my shoulders. "Honestly? I’m not certain either. Right now, all we can do is try our luck."
"At the very least, we need to confront their main representatives and ask what’s happening," I continued, straightening my spine like the Alpha I was born to be. "They can’t just delete our contacts without any explanation."
My assistant nodded eagerly, clearly relieved I wasn’t giving up.
I slid the supplier list across the desk and tapped a name.
"Alpha Vargas," I said. "That’s our shot. He’s been navigating Howling Peaks’ business scene for years and has accumulated significant connections and diverse business channels.If there’s anyone who can open doors—or at least tell us why they’re slamming shut—it’s him."
Noticing my assistant’s confused expression, I didn’t elaborate further.
"I’ll go to their company and try my luck," I added. "After that, we’ll just have to take it one step at a time."
My assistant nodded in agreement, though I could see the apprehension in his eyes.
He understood what I meant. And because he understood, he knew exactly how difficult and time-consuming this would be.
"Ms.Frost, will you go directly to their headquarters?" he asked.
I gave a slight nod. "It’s our only option. We can’t just accept being unable to contact them—that’s not realistic."
"I’ll handle things with the CEO," he assured me, his loyalty evident.
I knew he wanted me to succeed. The better I did, the smoother his job would be.
Rising from my chair, I grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. "If anyone comes looking for me, decline them all. If there are contracts needing signatures, forward them to me, and I’ll decide."
My assistant acknowledged my instructions. "Be careful out there, Ms.Frost."
"Don’t worry," I replied. "I know what I’m doing."
With that, I left my office, determined to find out what was happening with these business owners. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
As I drove toward Alpha Vargas’s company, my fingers gripped the steering wheel just a little too tightly.
My brain was running simulations like a PR crisis AI—rehearsing every possible scenario, every version of this meeting that didn’t end with someone slamming a door.
Communication was everything in business.
Without it, even partnerships built on gold collapsed like a house of cards in a wind tunnel.
Upon arrival, I approached the front desk.
"Hi," I said with a polite smile. "Could you let Alpha Vargas know that Sylvia Frost from Frostline Enterprises is here to see him?"
The receptionist looked up from her computer and gave me a once-over that could’ve curdled milk.
Her gaze lingered on my heels, my tailored blazer, my face—judging every inch.
"Frostline?" she repeated, like the name personally offended her. "Our boss left strict instructions. No one from your company is to be seen. At all. Period."
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that’s exactly what he said, or are you paraphrasing for dramatic effect?"
She blinked, then smiled sweetly—fake enough to taste the aspartame. "Of course I’m sure. Why would I lie to you?"
I leaned just slightly closer, keeping my tone cool. "Because people lie all the time. Sometimes to feel powerful. Sometimes to protect their own ass."
Her expression flickered, but she doubled down. "Look, I already told you—he doesn’t want to see you. Why are you being so difficult?"
She tilted her head with mock concern, voice dropping to a whisper. "Unless... you have some kind of personal relationship with him?"
My wolf stirred.That did it.The heat behind my eyes was instant, sharp.
"You might want to rethink your tone," I said, voice suddenly ice-cold. "Throwing around baseless accusations about someone’s personal life? That’s called slander. And I’m not afraid to make that a legal conversation."
She flinched. Just a beat. Just enough to know she felt it.
But she recovered fast—too fast. Like someone had prepped her for this exact interaction.
"Oh, please," she scoffed, chin jutting out. "You think you can just come in here, flash a name, and get what you want? You’re not special. And accusing me of slander? Do you have any proof of that?"
Her voice grew louder with each word, perhaps believing her righteousness would shield her from my growing fury.
"Is this how Alpha Vargas trains his staff to treat business partners?" I asked, letting my voice carry across the lobby. Several heads turned our way. "To throw baseless accusations at visitors and deny them basic professional courtesy?"
"You aren’t a business partner anymore," she snapped, eyes narrowing. "We received very clear instructions about Frostline. Something about... "
"I don’t know what you’ve been told, but if I discover who’s been spreading misinformation about Frostline, the consequences will be severe."
She opened her mouth, but I raised a hand. "Don’t. You’ve said enough."
With a final glance that could frost glass, I turned and walked out—heels clicking across the tile like a gavel hitting the bench.
Outside, the air felt colder.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what the hell to do next.
Standing outside the building, I felt an unfamiliar sense of uncertainty wash over me.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for my car keys.
How did I end up here? Everything had been fine before, and now this.
Those manufacturing partners, perfectly cooperative until now, suddenly creating this situation. All at once, all with the same message.
My wolf prowled restlessly within me.
This wasn’t business as usual—this was sabotage.
This turn of events was truly beyond my expectations.
I returned to my company, head low and spirits lower, the weight of the project’s future heavy on my shoulders.
My wolf, so long suppressed, growled with frustration inside me.
Something wasn’t right, and I needed to find out what—before everything I’d worked for crumbled to dust.
