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For him, three hundred thousand was a fortune worth any risk. But Brock wasn’t so easily satisfied.
“Three hundred thousand? You think I’m a beggar? I want a million!”
Victor secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Vanessa had authorized anything under five million to keep them quiet. He’d been prepared to go as high as two million, so one was a bargain.
“Fine,” Victor said coldly. “Give me your account number. The money will be transferred soon. But if either of you leak a word, you won’t get a penny, and you won’t live long enough to regret it.”
His voice dropped to a menacing whisper.
“Think carefully. If you admit, guilt, the worst is a few years in prison. But if you expose us, I’ll make sure you leave the morgue feet first.”
Both thugs shuddered in terror, instantly cowed. Anyone who could casually throw around millions was clearly not someone to cross.
After Victor left, another visitor arrived: Frank Langley, Connor Rivers’ senior assistant. His cold demeanor filled the room immediately.
Seeing a stranger, Brock stiffened, thinking Victor had returned.
“What now-” He stopped short when he realized this wasn’t the same person.
Frank’s eyes were icy as he surveyed the two injured men.
“Someone else was just here?”
“No,” Brock lied immediately, “Who are you? What do you want?”
Frank’s tone was frosty.
“Why did you harass Miss Winters last night?”
Brock forced a grin, trying to appear casual despite his pain.
“Just drunk and saw a pretty girl, couldn’t help ourselves.”
Tyler nodded frantically, eager to support the story.
“Yeah, she’s really gorgeous.”
Frank’s face darkened in disgust.
“Watch your filthy mouths. If you say another disgusting word, I’ll have your tongues cut out.”
Two black-suited bodyguards stepped forward menacingly behind him, making the two thugs pale with fright.
Frank pressed again, his voice dangerously soft.
“Tell the truth.”
Remembering Victor’s threats, they dared not reveal anything. Both stubbornly stuck to their story: they were drunk and acted on impulse.
Frank saw no point in pushing further and left with the bodyguards, his expression grim.
(Olivia’s POV)
The next morning, sunlight streamed through my bedroom window at Moonlight Manor. I was just finishing my breakfast when my phone rang.
It was the police, informing me that the excessive force case against me had been dropped. I wasn’t surprised, knowing this was Connor’s doing. Although I was confident I could have defended myself in court and proven it was justified defense, I saw no reason to resist his help in this instance.
After ending the call, I dialed Connor’s number. He answered on the first ring.
“Thank you,” I said simply.
His tone was faintly displeased.
“Livvy, there’s no need to thank me. I never want to hear ‘thank you’ from you again.”
I stood by the window, sunlight warming my face as I gazed out at the manicured gardens of Moonlight Manor.
“Alright, I understand.”
Connor added, his voice dangerously low and full of menace.
“Those two who bullied you last night-I will make them pay.”
A chill ran down my spine at his tone. I worried he might resort to illegal means and quickly tried to dissuade him.
“They’ve already paid the price last night, and the law will punish them. You don’t need to do anything more. Leave the rest to justice.”
But his tone only grew colder, the oppressive aura palpable even over the phone.
“Anyone who hurts you, I won’t spare.”
I listened in silence, unable to find the right words to respond.
A thought crossed my mind, unbidden and unwelcome: but what if the person who hurt her was Vanessa Reed? Would he still be so resolute then?
(Olivia’s POV)
The warm afternoon sun bathed Riverdale in a golden glow as I sat across from
Rebecca and Lily at our favorite dessert café. The sweet scent of pastries filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It felt surreal to be back in my hometown after three years in Harbor City-three years of emotional turmoil that I was finally beginning to leave behind.
“I’m dying,” Lily groaned dramatically, her head resting on the table. Her usually perfect hair was disheveled, and dark circles shadowed her eyes. “These days it’s either shopping or clubbing, I’m bored already.”
Rebecca gently patted Lily’s shoulder, her touch as soft as her personality. “Maybe we should take it easy today?”
I smiled, savoring the familiar banter between my two best friends. Since returning to
Riverdale, they had whisked me away on a whirlwind of activities-shopping sprees, restaurant hopping, and nightclub adventures. My plans to submit my resume to
Moonlaw Legal Services had been temporarily shelved in favor of reconnecting with the people and places I’d missed.
Suddenly, Lily’s head shot up, a mischievous glint replacing the exhaustion in her eyes.
“Last night, I puked all over Ethan Quinn, that unlucky bastard! Hahaha! I vaguely remember his whole face turning green!” she exclaimed, dissolving into fits of laughter.
I couldn’t help but join in, the mental image too hilarious to resist. It felt good to laugh freely again, without the weight of Ethan Grey’s indecision hanging over me.
Rebecca’s gentle chuckle joined our louder laughter. “Lily, wasn’t your brother mad at you?”
Lily snorted, but there was a surprising softness in her expression. “Actually, Ethan Quinn is finally acting like a proper brother. After I puked on him, he changed clothes, took a shower, and even cooked me some hangover soup.”
“Wow, that’s progress,” I remarked, genuinely surprised. The Ethan Quinn I remembered was notoriously self-centered.
Lily nodded, absently stirring her iced coffee. “We’ve come a long way since I was nine and he was fourteen. Remember how he used to be such a little s**t?”
Rebecca smiled knowingly. “You weren’t exactly an angel either, Lily.”
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