#Chapter 179: Cold Father

Chris I made my way through the crowded banquet hall, scanning the room for Patricia. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and the low hum of conversation, making it difficult to concentrate. I had been searching for her for the better part of half an hour, and I was no closer to finding her—as if she was actively avoiding me. Finally, getting a bit desperate, I approached a group of young women in the hopes they might know where to find her. “Excuse me, ladies,” I said, putting on my most charming smile. “I’m looking for Patricia. Have any of you seen her?” One of them, a blonde with a knowing smirk, pointed toward a far corner of the room. “She’s over there, Alpha Chris. Although I doubt she’ll want to talk to you.” “What makes you say that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as if I didn’t already know the answer. Another girl, a redhead, chimed in, “Well, after the whole bachelorette thing... let’s just say she wasn’t thrilled.” I nodded,