The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 379

“Come on! Come on!” Malfoy leaned over with his ears lifted up and said contemptuously, “I want to know who are you old fags.”

His friends reacted in the same frivolous manner. They did not take the adults seriously since they had been the bullies of the city for a long time. Other than a handful of powerful people who they could not afford to mess with, they feared no one and had never been taught a lesson.

It was their background that nurtured them into the arrogant and reckless young men they were today.

Sven fumed when he heard Malfoy call him an old fag. He said coldly, “I am Sven Ronstine!”

Sven Ronstine was the governor of the East River State. He possessed power and authority that only a few in the country could rival. It was not an exaggeration to say that he could control and manipulate many things to his liking.

Under normal circumstances, someone as powerful as him was no stranger to headlines and news, and his name should be known by all the citizens of the East River State.

However, Malfoy and his friends never bothered to read the news or watch TV. They only cared about famous celebrities, beautiful models, and influencers, plus all kinds of branded items. They would never spare their attention to learning names of the government officials.

Malfoy did not recognize Sven, but it did ring a bell in his head. He dug his ear and continued to provoke the man, “Sven? Seven? It does ring a bell. Have you guys heard of this man?”

“Nope.”

“Who is Sven Ronstine? Is there a family named the Ronstines in the East River State?”

“I never heard of him before. He shouldn’t be someone important.”

“I never heard of his name in the underworld as well.”

ignorant young men continued to tease

looked at Sven’s gloomy face and teased, “Old fag, your

Old fag?!

Sven was mad!

the horrendous scene anymore. He shouted, “Don’t you dare challenge their reputation with your ignorance! Sven Ronstine

g–governor of the

bell in his head. He was the governor that his family always

called the governor

turned weak and

friends were

deputy–military governor of the East River State.”

from the ground office administration of the East River

minister from the Strategic and Development Department of

They were veterans in the political field. There was no arrogance or delight when they revealed their identities, and

their tones and reactions. It

mortified when they heard the names and positions and became aware of the anger contained in their voices. Stunned, they were at a loss for

Fwoosh!

of

leader was a slim but professional–looking man with sharp facial features. He strutted strongly and firmly as he entered. One could see at first glance that he was

Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone

coldly

aides introduced themselves one after

as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from