Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter sixty four

Laura

That morning after a refreshing shower, I sat at the window and started to brush my glossy black hair when my phone suddenly rang.

I turned around and saw Isabella approaching with it. "Thanks," I said with a smile as I took the phone from her.

I looked at the caller ID, which showed an unsaved number. Judging by the number, I knew it was Stephen. I let out a deep breath before answering the call.

"Hello, Stephen?" I said.

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"Guess what?" His excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

I was instantly intrigued. "What is it?" I asked.

"You have to guess first," he said, chuckling.

"You know I'm terrible at guessing games," I said. "Just tell me! I'm dying of curiosity." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Alright, I'll spill the beans," he said. "I finally found the perfect person."

"The perfect person?" I whispered, my eyes growing wide with disbelief. Then, I let out a sharp gasp. "Are you getting married, Stephen?" I asked.

"Wha— no!" he exclaimed, a little too quickly.

I raised my eyebrows. "What? You're not?"

"I'm not!" he said, then chuckled. "But I'm surprised you went there first."

I frowned. "If you're not getting married, then what are you talking about?"

"Calm down, I'll tell you," he said, chuckling. "Anyway, I found the right and perfect man for the trainer job you wanted for Vivian."

I let out a giggle, a smile spreading across my face. I turned around and saw Isabella, who was looking at me quizzically. I gave her a wink and mouthed, "I'll tell you later."

She raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "You better!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, so what's the first step?" he asked.

I pursed my lips and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "First, we need to set a date for us to meet. Then, I'll do a brief interview with him to see if he's a good fit. If he is, I'll give him the assignment."

"Sounds good," he replied. "Just let me know when you set the date."

"Thanks," I said. "I'll be in touch."

"Bye for now," he said, and I ended the call.

Isabella hurried over to me and sat down. "Tell me! Tell me!" she said, her voice brimming with excitement.

I couldn't help but smile. "As always, Stephen came through! He found the perfect candidate to be Vivian's trainer."

Isabella's smile faltered, replaced by a concerned expression. She looked like she was deep in thought. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"What's the matter?" I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Please, tell me what's on your mind."

"How can you be sure he's the right person for the job?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice. "Did Stephen tell you that?"

"Yes," I said, nodding slowly. "But do you really think we need to confirm that?"

She let out a long sigh. "You're right, it might not be necessary," she said, though she still looked concerned.

"You still seem worried, Isabella," I said. "What would you have me do, even if I did confirm it?" I asked. "I'll still meet the man for the interview, so there's no need to rush things."

"I just don't want you to waste your time," she snapped. "And I'm just being honest. I'm really curious."

I let out a deep breath. "You're insistent, aren't you?"

"Of course!" she replied.

"We need to know what he looks like," she said. "Who would want a trainer who's ugly and short? Remember that he'll be the one to distract and lead Vivian into our trap."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you want me to do?"

"How about calling Stephen back and asking him to send a photo of the man?" she suggested.

"You're right," I said with a nod. "Let me do that right away."

I grabbed my phone and called Stephen right away. "Hello!" I said as soon as he answered.

"Hey!" he replied. "Have you set a date?"

"Uh, not yet," I said. "I was wondering if you could send me a photo of the man?" I asked, lowering my voice a bit.

"Absolutely!" he said with a laugh. "I actually met with him this morning and we took a few photos together. He's really handsome and muscular!"!

"Of course," I said. "Send me the photos, and I'll get back to you."

I ended the call and faced Isabella. "He definitely sounded excited about this man," I said.

She nodded. "I just hope he lives up to the hype."

My phone beeped. I picked it up and saw that a text message had arrived from Stephen.

I looked at her. "There are a lot of photos," I said. "Should we look through them?"

"Of course!" she replied. "I'm curious to see what this guy looks like."

I opened the message thread and was surprised to see so many photos. I scrolled through them, showing them to Isabella as I went. "Wow," she whispered. "He is handsome. Look at those muscles and it looks like Oregon's! He definitely seems fit."

"I think he might be more than just a trainer and please don't say his muscles is like my son. They look different," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"All right," she said, chuckling.

I couldn't help but smile, nodding my head in agreement. "I guess Stephen did a pretty good job then," I said.

"You might be right," she said, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Absolutely!" I said, with a grin. "I think I should meet him as soon as possible. Maybe tomorrow night?"

"I agree!" she said, nodding vigorously.

I started to reach for my phone to call Stephen when she suddenly grabbed my hand. "What's it?" I asked.

"How about I meet him instead?" she whispered, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"Why?" I asked.

Isabella gulped, letting out a long sigh. "I think I'd be better at dealing with him," she said. "And I have so many questions for him. I'm a pretty good interviewer, trust me." She gave me a wink and a smile.