Chapter 44 - "What Are You Sorry For?"-03

"But what about that?" I ask, confused. "It's going to be held in our Pack this year," Beta Ezra boasts, grinning. "Yes," Seneca interrupts, "But then again, when have we ever been worried about expenses?" She asks, tilting her head as she looks at Nicole. Nicole blushes again under her intense gaze, and swallows, nodding her head in a rapid manner. "Wait, from where do you guys get all the money?" I query, glancing between Seneca and her friend with unmasked curiosity. "Callum Corp.," Beta Ezra answers, wiping his mouth with a tissue. Callum Corp.? As in the MNC that manufactures a wide variety of things? "Our Pack owns it." Seneca adds in. What?! "No, her father owned it." Beta Ezra corrects. "After his death, My father is taking care of it. Soon, she will have to take over." He says as if it's no big deal. Wait, wait, wait, back up a second. Seneca owns C