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“Thank you, Melissa,” I replied, heading straight for the double doors.
My father, Richard Winters, stood by the window. At fifty-five, he still cut an impressive figure-tall and distinguished with completely white hair that had once been the same honey-brown as mine. The premature white was a physical manifestation of his grief after my mother’s death.
He turned as I entered, his amber eyes-so like my own-lighting up with genuine pleasure.
“Olivia,” he said warmly.
(Olivia’s POV)
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I wasted no time on pleasantries, tossing the contracts onto his polished desk. “Dad, take a look at the contracts. If there’s no problem, sign them.”
He raised an eyebrow at my directness but sat down and began flipping through the pages with careful attention. “I asked my assistant: our current legal counsel contract ends at the end of this year. I can sign a new five-year contract with your law firm, but the contract will only start from next year.”
I nodded calmly. “No problem. But once it’s signed this afternoon, the payment should be made immediately.”
My father looked up, surprise evident in his expression. “In such a hurry?”
I shrugged lightly, keeping my tone casual despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface. “Yes. Last night, I went to negotiate a case and was harassed by two filthy men. The deal fell through, and my supervisor gave me a final warning.”
(Olivia’s POV)
The moment the words left my mouth, my father’s expression hardened. His jaw tightened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes-the look of an Alpha wolf whose offspring had been threatened.
“Who dared to harass you?” he demanded, his voice dropping to a growl.
I waved a dismissive hand, deliberately downplaying the incident. “Don’t worry, they didn’t get a chance to take advantage of me-instead, I beat them up.”
Despite my nonchalant tone, his brows furrowed deeper with concern. “Olivia, why don’t you stop being a lawyer? Your firm just had that incident recently, and now this harassment. The risks are too high. What if someone retaliates? Just come back and work at the company. I can make you the general manager.”
I shook my head firmly. “No./I still prefer being a lawyer for now. I hold company shares; the dividends are enough for me. Besides, I don’t know a thing about running a business. If you made me the GM, wouldn’t I ruin your company?”
(Olivia’s POV)
My father couldn’t help but chuckle at my blunt assessment. “I can hire experts to help you.”
I persisted in my rejection, offering him a faint smile. “No need. Maybe when I get tired of being a lawyer someday.”
He sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. “You really are…”
The unfinished sentence hung between us. I knew what he meant I was stubborn like my mother. Sarah Winters had been equally determined, equally unwilling to bend when she believed in something. It was both a compliment and a lament.
(Olivia’s POV)
Conceding to my insistence, my father picked up his pen and signed the five-year contract without further argument. He immediately called the finance department, instructing them to wire $150,000 to Moonlaw Legal Services’ account.
I watched with satisfaction as he completed the transaction. With a teasing smile, I asked, “Any new company disputes lately?”
He looked momentarily sheepish, admitting, “I don’t usually handle those details.” He pressed the intercom button. “Send Gregory in, please.”
Soon, a middle-aged man in a crisp suit entered the office. For nearly an hour, Gregory briefed me on various ongoing disputes and potential cases that the Winters Group was facing. I listened attentively, making notes and asking pointed questions.
By the time we finished, I had identified several cases that would be perfect for
Moonlaw to handle-cases with substantial fees attached.
(Olivia’s POV)
Armed with a stack of signed contracts and payment confirmations, I returned to Moonlaw Legal Services. The office had grown quieter as the afternoon wore on, but several colleagues still lingered at their desks. Their eyes followed me as I walked directly to Heather Phillips’ office.
I placed the stack of contracts on her desk with deliberate slowness. My voice was calm yet sharp as I announced, “Supervisor Phillips, the task you assigned is done. A five-year advisory contract, $150,000 already transferred. Plus, I signed three debt recovery litigations and a patent infringement case, all with general representation agreements, fees paid upfront. Adding it all up, including the advisory fee, it’s $800,000.”
I paused, enjoying the shock spreading across her face. “If you don’t believe me, ask Finance for the records. Or here-” I opened my phone’s photo album, showing her the payment receipts, “proof of payment.”
(Olivia’s POV)
Heather’s eyes widened in disbelief. She hurriedly flipped through the contracts until she saw the signature and seal of Winters Group. Shock flashed across her face as recognition dawned.
“Winters Group… Richard Winters is your…” she stammered.
I interrupted with a slight smile. “My father.”
The contract slipped from Heather’s trembling hands. She stared at me, stunned into silence. “You’re the heiress of Winters Group?”
Having endured so much recently, I no longer saw any reason to keep a low profile.
“Yes.”
The simple admission hung in the air between us. I watched as Heather’s expression cycled through shock, disbelief, and finally, dawning horror as she realized the magnitude of her mistake.
(Olivia’s POV)
Before Heather could formulate a response, her phone rang. She answered it with shaking hands, her eyes never leaving my face.
“Hello?” she said weakly.
Even from where I stood, I could hear the panicked voice on the other end. “Supervisor Phillips, what background does your lawyer Winters have? How does she know Rivers Group’s president Connor Rivers? Our Boss Thornton was beaten up by Rivers’ bodyguards last night and is now in the hospital! This morning, auditors and tax officers suddenly raided our company. They said Connor Rivers ordered it!”
I couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that curved my lips. Connor had been thorough in his retribution.
(Olivia’s POV)
At the mention of Connor Rivers, Heather’s face turned ashen. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she hung up the phone with trembling fingers.
She looked at me with undisguised dread. “You… you know Rivers Group’s president?”
I crossed my arms, meeting her gaze with icy composure. “Yes, he’s my fiancé. The ‘sugar daddy with the Bentley’ from your recent gossip.”
Fear chilled Heather to the bone. Her voice trembled as she struggled to form words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were engaged to President Rivers…”
The pathetic apology was too little, too late. I had endured weeks of her subtle undermining, her favoritism toward others, her willingness to throw me to wolves like
Harold and Douglas.
“Now you know,” I replied coldly, turning to leave. “I expect those contracts to be processed immediately.”
(Heather’s POV)
Barely had Olivia left when I frantically grabbed my phone, scrolling to find Vanessa Reed’s number. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely dial.
“Miss Reed,” I blurted when she answered, “is Olivia Winters really Connor’s fiancée?”
Vanessa’s tone was impatient, bored even. “Can you say something useful? I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
Her non-denial was confirmation enough. Cold dread settled in my stomach as I realized the depth of the trap I’d fallen into.
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