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Chapter 137

Leah's POV

As I walked into the Redwood Mansion, the first thing I noticed was the big ox head hanging at the center of the wall. 

I stared at the ox's head and frowned. 

That was the ox that took away my great-grandfather's life. I didn't know why an 83-year-old werewolf would want to fight an ox with bare hands. But I didn't know anything about our family history. My Father wouldn't tell me anything, neither did my brother Lucian. 

"Sarcastic, isn't it?" A deep, mellow voice appeared behind me. 

I turned back and saw a tall, handsome man standing behind me. 

I hadn't seen Leo for so many years and I couldn't even recognize him. 

In the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, amidst the vast shelves of ancient tomes and the whispers of the ages, there strode a figure that exuded an aura of both brilliance and skepticism.

Draped in a pristine white coat, Leo cut a striking figure. A pair of spectacles perched upon his
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