Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
Moana

My trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.

“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”

I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.

Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”

“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.

Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.

as she scrubbed so hard at the stovetop with a damp sponge that it was making the metal racks on the inside of the oven rattle. “If you’re really all that interested, you can look online. I’m sure there are

Sophia ended on the TV while I was in the kitchen, so now Ella was flipping absentmindedly through the channels as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was a list of articles with vague information on Edrick’s donations over the past few years. It seemed, starting just four years prior, that WereCorp was trying to improve their public

behind me. I hadn’t realized it, but she must have grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now hanging over the back of the couch, watching as I

her onto my lap and beginning to tickle her. “It’s

became filled with the sweet sounds of the little girl’s giggles, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling in

penthouse at all, and if he did, I

over to the other side of the bed without

from my sketchbook to look at Edrick as he sat on the edge of

His tone of voice was cold and

it’s interesting that just yesterday

to do certain things sometimes to uphold the image of

back down at my sketchbook and continued working on my most recent drawing: a picture of the city at night, using the view from my balcony as reference. “Is something threatening the image of

the other side of the bed on his side, with his back turned to me. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of

a sudden, he

said. “It’s absurd, really. I’ve always tried my best to be

up from my sketchbook to look over at Edrick.

“It’s the

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