Chapter 90
“Mrs. Mil–Ms. Fordham, shall I escort you inside?” Brent addressed Olivia as respectfully as usual.
“There’s no need. I’m waiting for a friend… She’s here.”
Olivia had just spotted a woman in a flaming red fur coat. She wore nude stockings underneath and high heels, making her
look like an ostrich on fire.
All of a sudden, Olivia didn’t want to admit knowing someone like her. It had never occurred to her that Everly was late because she was changing in the car.
Everly walked over with a pair of exaggerated gla*ses on her face and an overwhelming scent of perfume surrounding her.
Olivia turned away from the horrendous sight and started to leave. “Nope. I got the wrong person. I’ll head inside now.”
“Liv! Wait for me!” Everly called after Olivia.
She approached Brent, stopped right before him, and removed her shades. “Did you piss Liv off again?”
Brent was never one to comment on women’s clothing, but this time…
“Do you think Treasure Trove is a nightclub? Are you going to dance in this?”
Everly was a short–tempered person, and she was already unhappy with Ethan. Seeing his henchman here made her even more annoyed.
“When you die, I’m going to dance on your grave in this dress.”
Brent didn’t bother arguing with her and simply said, “Come with me.”
However, Everly took out her invitation letter and said smugly, “No thanks. I have my own invitation.”
Before the two of them were finished with their talk, Olivia had already reached the second floor of the building.
Her father had enjoyed coming here. He didn’t have much interest in anything, but he liked collecting antiques.
When the Fordhams had been wealthy, they’d had a broad collection of antiques at home, ranging from valuables from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance Era. Not many knew that Jeff also liked to paint and carve in his free time.
As Olivia walked through the baroque–style hallways, she noticed that several of the antiques displayed in the gla*s cabinets looked rather familiar. They had once been her father’s treasures.
A wooden statuette with a small line of indents on one of its arms caught her eye. It was the one she’d bitten after her father had pulled her leg, saying that it was made of chocolate.
She’d only been six years old at the time, and she’d thought all her teeth would fall out after she’d bitten it. Now, she found it cute and funny with those indents.
Tears welled up in her eyes as a wave of nostalgia engulfed her.
She stood rooted to the spot before the gla*s cabinet, staring at the statuette, reluctant to leave.
After a while, she finally snapped out of her daze. She turned away from the cabinet, reminding herself of why she was here
today.
As she looked away, her gaze locked with Ethan’s, who was also standing in front of the stage. He looked dashing in a pitch – black wool coat that outlined his slim and fit figure.
He stared directly at her, his eyes like two deep, bottomless pits. He looked away after a short while.
“Excuse me.” Olivia walked past him as if they were mere strangers.
Not long after that, Marina came to him, beaming. “Ethan, why are you here?”
Calista, who was beside her, chimed in, saying, “Of course he’s here because of you. You two love each other so much that you
It seems Ethan only ever married Olivia to take revenge for what happened to his little sister. While Olivia is plagued by her sickness, he holds her chin and says coldly, “This is what your family owes me.” Now, she has no family and no future.
Her father becomes comatose after a car accident, leaving her with nothing to live for. Thus, she hurls herself from a building. “The life my family owes will now be repaid.” At this, Ethan, who’s usually calm, panics while begging for Olivia to come back as if he’s in a state of frenzy …
