420 Wolf and Daughter - Two

This is a provocation.

Although Miss Helen had no intention of provocation, in Seraphina's eyes, it was pure challenge.

You damn shorty with somehow a plump butt, huh, huh… you taking such underhanded tactics!

To.. to address Ansel in such a shameless way!

She glared at the demurely seated Helen, enunciating each word with force: "Stand up, now!"

Miss Helen, however, ignored her, instead turning to look at her "father."

Ansel smiled and gently patted her slender waist, his "daughter," who was actually five years his senior, quietly slid off his lap.

"Seri," Ansel leaned forward, propping his cheek in his hand, "it seems you have a strong dislike for Helen. Might you share the reason?"