Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 657 Someone with Countless Faces

Sylvia’s POV:

Carol and I both insisted on our respective opinions. We were in a stalemate, so Blair took me to the guards to look at the surveillance video. We meticulously watched the surveillance video and sure enough, we didn’t see Carol get in or out of the school gate.

“Did you really mistake someone else as Carol?” Blair worriedly asked as he turned to look at me. “It doesn’t seem like Carol is lying.”

All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind as my face turned deathly pale. If Carol wasn’t the one who appeared in the library, then it had to be someone else. And the answer was obvious.

It was Noreen. She disguised herself as Carol. I remembered when Rufus told me that black witches were good at disguising themselves and hide among the crowd. I figured she must have disguised herself as Carol in the library this time around.

Noreen’s witchcraft was flawless. I couldn’t see a single mistake in her transformation even when we were talking face to face. It would be horrible if she could disguise as pretty much anyone without us noticing.

did make a mistake,” I trailed off as I absentmindedly walked out of the

into the imperial capital and hid among us a long time ago. We just didn’t notice it. What was Noreen’s plan? She had been pulling the strings

refused and simply left on my own in low spirits. On the way back, I began to panic. I kept suspecting

my b*ody trembled. It didn’t take long for my anxiety to take over, and when it did, I sprinted all the way

when I

to be so passive anymore. Whether or not what the letter

servants were pushing a cart full of flowers as they passed by me. Two

plant these?” I asked them out

rare herbs and the pear tree was already so big. I didn’t think that they were going to plant it in the backyard, but I was wrong. The guards were smiling as

the garden, which was suitable for swimming on hot days. Entwined vines

widened when I noticed the swing. I had casually mentioned how nice it would be to have a swing of my own, but I didn’t expect that Rufus would take it seriously and arrange this for me. My heart melted at the sweet gesture. He

was just about to come out of the study when he saw me. He was wearing casual clothing while holding a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that he had just taken off. His smile reached his eyes the moment