And Moira, face deathly pale, lips trembling, watched helplessly as Garrett Wylder walked toward me. 

Garrett Wylder nodded slightly to me, tone casual: “I happened to be dining nearby, heard the commotion here, so I came to take a look.” 

He spoke lightly, as if he really was just a passerby. 

But standing there, he was the focus of the entire venue. Wherever his gaze fell, no one didn’t fear, no one didn’t respect. 

Garrett Wylder turned his head, looking down at me, tone as gentle and restrained as always: “I heard someone questioning your virtue. I had an itch to speak without asking your permission first. I hope I haven’t caused you any trouble?” 

My heart tightened. I was still surprised by his appearance, but hadn’t expected him to so solemnly apologize to me. 

“…I’m the one who troubled you.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but still revealed some flattered panic. 

He asked gently: “Do you need me to explain for you?” 

“…Please do.” I nodded. 

The socialites around could barely contain themselves from covering their faces and screaming. 

The distinguished Garrett Wylder, so outstanding in appearance, with such naturally imposing presence, was here speaking for a woman, apologizing, asking for her consent… 

Even just that one moment of him looking down made hearts race. 

Garrett Wylder turned to face everyone, manner still composed and elegant. 

“Last night, I was the one who saved Elara.” 

His tone was unhurried, carrying a steady clarity.” 

“I was at that hotel last night discussing business with a client. When leaving, I encountered Elara in the hallway, who was unconscious. I noticed the ‘helpful‘ waiter beside her acting suspiciously, so I notified the hotel to check the surveillance. Then I went with hotel security to rescue her. Fortunately, we were in time, and Elara suffered no substantial harm.” 

He described the events in detail, but deliberately omitted any details that might spark speculation. 

Listening, I couldn’t help but admire: this man was thorough and flawless in his considerations. 

But had he really just “finished eating and happened to pass by“? 

This seemed too coincidental. Could it be… I was so pitiful that even big shots took pity on me? 

My mind wandered randomly, my gaze never leaving him. For that moment, I couldn’t tell if I was looking up in admiration, or… looking up in 

adoration. 

Third Person POV: 

Her gaze didn’t escape Rowan’s notice. 

He watched her coldly from the side, seeing how she looked at Garrett Wylder, clenching his fists until veins 

At this moment, the Mercer and Ashenford families remained silent. Moira opened her mouth to explode, but was firmly covered by her mother. 

The guests nodded repeatedly, expressing their conviction. 

Garrett Wylder’s words were equivalent to a conclusion. 

11.17 

I Dumned My Alpha Now He’s on His Knees 

Chapter 40 

Regardless of what rumors existed, from this moment on, anyone who dared say Elara wasn’t virtuous would he slapping his face. No one would do 

that. 

“Thank you for saving my mate!” 

Clara’s POV: 

Rowan suddenly spoke, reaching out to pull me against his shoulder in a territorial gesture. 

I immediately turned cold, shaking him off forcefully. 

“Alpha, you have no right to say those words for me.” My tone was firm. 

“Also, the ‘dissolving the mate bond‘ I mentioned was never said in anger. You’ve already signed the agreement.” 

Rowan’s face went pale, voice trembling: “Do you really want to dissolve our mate bond?” 

He seemed to finally realize that I wasn’t throwing a tantrum or being petulant. This was real–I wanted to cut all ties. 

Rowan’s expression changed drastically, voice tight: “Do you believe I would do such things to you? I would never hurt you!” 

“You would never hurt me?” 

I laughed lightly, eyes flashing with cold light. 

“Do you think I only learned about you and Moira today? Every time you got a hotel room with her, every lie you told, every hypocritical act… I knew it 

all.” 

“Have you ever experienced having your heart pierced alive by a knife, yet being unable to die? Being tortured day and night like being slowly cut to pieces, like being buried alive in hell. Tell me, how exactly have you been good to me?” 

I spoke lightly, but every word was written in blood. 

I felt completely shattered, struggling to breathe, barely able to stand. 

Just then, Garrett Wylder suddenly moved. 

He slowly turned to stand with his back to me, silently shielding me/from everyone’s gaze, not letting others see my face. 

Orderly footsteps came from outside- 

The enforcement team had arrived. 

The leader showed an arrest warrant, walking up to the Mercer and Ashenford families without courtesy: “Mrs. Mercer, Moira, you two are suspected of conspiracy to commit crimes. You’re being taken in for investigation according to law.” 

Moira wailed like a banshee, but this time no one pleaded for her. 

Because the enforcement team was called by Garrett Wylder. 

Rowan’s face was full of shock and helplessness, Mrs. Mercer’s eyes even more vacant. 

I watched this scene, calm as still water. 

They should all pay for what they’d done. 

This absurd, melodramatic storm finally slowly drew to a close after the enforcement team left with their prisoners. 

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