Chapter 777 Who Dares Bully My Apprentice
Someone in the crowd muttered a sarcastic jab, and just like that, the murmurs started again–this time louder and filled with mocking undertones, all directed at me.
I was speechless. A tie was just that–a draw. And they still found a way to twist it against me?
That was when Evelyn stepped forward, raising her voice to defend me. “Rosaline already competed once before this match. To hold her own again and tie with me after that? That takes serious talent and consistency. You don’t see that every day.”
She even gave me a warm, encouraging smile.
But instead of appreciating her fairness, the crowd twisted that too. Now they thought I was leeching off her reputation.
“Figures. I was wondering how an Omega like her managed a draw against Evelyn. She’s obviously just riding her coattails–putting on a show.”
The statement sparked a wave of agreement.
“Exactly. Everyone knows Rosaline’s just an Omega. The only reason she didn’t lose outright is because Evelyn went easy on her.”
That was it. I couldn’t stay quiet anymore. “Watch your mouths!” I snapped. “I may be new to this field, but I don’t deserve this kind of verbal abuse. Is this what you ‘cultured‘ people call professionalism?”
I finally saw these so–called artists for what they were: elitist snobs hiding behind their pretentious titles. “Please.” Someone scoffed. “You’re acting all cocky just because Evelyn spoke up for you.”
Their insults just kept piling up, each one more cutting than the last.
“I already told you–I don’t have any special connection to Evelyn!” I was losing my patience. Their nonsense was getting more ridiculous by the second.
“Then why would someone like her vouch for someone like you? Who would believe that?”
I’d had enough. The pressure that had been building inside me snapped. I released my Alpha aura–no longer hiding who I was–and slammed my hand down on a nearby table, shattering it into splinters.
“If you can’t control your mouths, this is what’s waiting for you next,” I said coldly.
The room fell dead silent. Everyone stared at the wrecked
their shoulders like scared pups.
able in stunned silence, necks shrinking into
Just then, the doors to the banquet hall opened again–and Andrew walked in.
The moment they saw him, these “cultured” werewolves flipped like a switch, suddenly all smiles and warm greetings, fawning over him like schoolchildren. Compared to the venom they’d just spit at me, it was laughable.
I walked up to him calmly. “Andrew,” I greeted.
Andrew
gave me a pleased smile and patted my shoulder. “Hey, Rosaline.”
Chapter 777 Who Dares Bully My Apprentice
The crowd gasped. The same people who had been mocking me moments ago were now staring like the seen a ghost. They couldn’t believe it.
The Omega they’d dismissed and ridiculed was actually Andrew’s apprentice?
Andrew wasn’t just anyone. He was a living legend in the art world–the very peak of the field. Artists lined up hoping for a chance to learn under him, and most left empty–handed.
But ine? An Omega? I’d not only been accepted–I was his last official apprentice.
“Mr. Lindell, wait… She’s your apprentice?” one stunned werewolf asked, clearly still in denial.
Andrew raised a brow and answered flatly, “Yes. Who else would she be?” Then he affectionately ruffled my hair. “In fact, I accepted Rosaline yesterday as my final apprentice. That’s right–my last. If anyone here has a problem with her, they’ve got a problem with me.”
That shut everyone up.
In an instant, the mood flipped. Suddenly, a handful of werewolves swarmed around me, eager to suck up and save face.
“We’re terribly sorry, Ms. Sinclair. We didn’t realize you were Mr. Lindell’s apprentice just now.”
“Yes, yes! Please forgive us for our rudeness. It was just a misunderstanding.”
I closed my eyes, not even bothering to look at them. Their insults were still ringing in my ears. No way I was forgiving them that easily.
“We know we were wrong,” one of them added quickly. “You clearly have an incredible presence–and your talent speaks for itself. Please, don’t hold it against us.”
One after another, they groveled at Andrew’s feet, hoping to win me over by association.
Watching these self–righteous hypocrites twist themselves into sycophants made my stomach turn.
“No need for the apologies,” I said coldly. “I don’t need your flattery, and I definitely don’t want it.”
“Ms. Sinclair, I know we were out of line earlier, but surely there’s no need to hold a grudge. We’re all part of the same art community. Can’t we let it go?”
I fired right back. “Where was that community spirit when you were tearing me apart earlier? You didn’t think I was one of you then. So why the sudden change of heart now? Who’s the act for?”
Andrew turned to them, finally catching on to how they had treated me before he arrived.
“We’ve always respected Mr. Lindell’s apprentices,” someone said, laughing nervously. “No one here would ever look down on you!”
“Don’t bother,” I snapped again, voice sharp. “I can tell exactly who’s fake and who’s real. You were mocking me five minutes ago, and now you’re pretending it never happened? Pathetic.”
