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Connor responded with a curt “Mm,” his attention already returning to Olivia.
As Victoria turned away, her fake smile vanished completely. In her mind, she cursed Olivia viciously, thinking that she was just showing off and would be abandoned by Alpha Connor sooner or later.
After Victoria left, Connor sensed a subtle shift in Olivia’s mood. “What’s wrong, Liv?”
Olivia’s voice carried a note of irritation. “That woman seemed to have some inexplicable hostility towards me.”
Connor frowned, not having noticed the subtle expressions due to his lack of attention to Victoria during the brief interaction.
Olivia said coolly, her lawyer instincts sharp. “The way she looked at me was definitely unfriendly.”
She glanced at Connor with a teasing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Another one of your admirers?”
Connor looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”
“It’s obvious she’s interested in you, Connor.” Olivia’s tone carried a hint of possessiveness.
Connor frowned, explaining earnestly. “She was just transferred from a subsidiary company last month. I’ve only spoken to her about pack business matters.”
Olivia remained unconvinced, her expression skeptical. “Let’s just eat.”
A few days later, Cassandra Evans’ second trial took place at the Harbor City courthouse. As expected by legal experts, the original verdict was upheld without modification.
Cassandra was officially sentenced to imprisonment, her fate finally sealed. The courtroom buzzed with whispered conversations as the judge’s gavel fell with finality.
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That evening, Olivia and her colleagues decided to go to Nightshade Bar to relax after the stressful week. The popular supernatural nightlife venue promised good drinks and entertainment.
As they walked through the bar’s corridors toward their reserved room, fate intervened unexpectedly. They ran into Ethan Grey in the most unlikely circumstances.
As Olivia and her colleagues passed a private room, the door opened suddenly. Ethan emerged dressed in a standard bar uniform, carrying a tray of drinks to serve a middle-aged woman inside.
It had been nearly two months since Olivia had last seen Ethan. He had finally stopped harassing her through their severed mate bond, giving her peace at last.
Their eyes met across the hallway, and Ethan’s face went completely pale. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the drink tray.
Olivia showed no visible reaction to the encounter. She calmly looked away and walked past the room with her colleagues, as if she had seen nothing at all.
They had reserved a large suite with multiple entertainment areas. The space included a karaoke room, chess room, billiard room, and comfortable dining area for their group.
While Emma Thompson and Jade Mitchell enthusiastically sang popular songs in the karaoke room, Olivia felt uninterested in joining them. She sat comfortably on the plush sofa, eating fresh fruit and listening to her friends’ cheerful voices.
Rebecca Frost settled beside her, absorbed in playing Candy Crush on her phone. The colorful game provided a relaxing distraction from the week’s stress.
In the adjacent chess room, Adrian Sinclair, Derek Sullivan, Rachel, and another new lawyer from their firm played an intense game of mahjong. The clicking of tiles and occasional exclamations filled the air.
During their game, Derek Sullivan leaned toward Adrian with a gossipy expression. “Did you get her yet?”
Derek remained unaware of Olivia and Connor’s recent reconciliation. His curiosity about Adrian’s pursuit of Olivia burned brightly in his eyes.
Rachel perked up her ears immediately, eager to hear the latest romantic gossip circulating through their legal circles.
Adrian continued studying his mahjong tiles without looking up. He pretended not to understand Derek’s obvious question. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Adrian.” Derek raised his eyebrows with knowing amusement. “I’m asking if you finally got together with Lawyer Winters.”
Adrian remained focused on the game, his expression carefully neutral. “Why ask so much about other people’s business?”
(Third person’s POV)
Derek Sullivan smiled and said, “Okay, looking at your reaction, you didn’t catch up.”
Adrian Sinclair expressionlessly played a card. “When do you plan to reconcile with Sarah
Mitchell?”
The question instantly froze the smile on Derek’s face. His hand paused mid-air, holding a mahjong tile.
“Why bring up what I don’t want to talk about?” Derek looked dejected, his shoulders sagging.
Adrian’s smile was flawless. “Learned it from you.”
Rachel glanced between the two men with interest. The tension in the chess room had shifted dramatically from playful teasing to uncomfortable silence.
Derek threw his tile down with more force than necessary. “Fine, point taken.”
The fourth player, a junior lawyer from their firm, cleared his throat awkwardly. The romantic drama between colleagues was becoming too personal for comfort.
In the karaoke room, Emma Thompson’s enthusiastic voice belted out a popular love ballad. Her off-key notes mixed with Jade Mitchell’s laughter, creating a stark contrast to the subdued atmosphere in the chess room.
“Your turn,” Adrian said quietly, his attention returning to the game.
Derek studied his tiles with forced concentration. The mention of Sarah had clearly rattled him more than he wanted to admit.
Rachel decided to break the tension. “Anyone want more drinks? I could use another moonberry mojito.”
“I’ll get them,” the junior lawyer offered quickly, eager to escape the awkward situation.
As he left for the bar area, Derek finally spoke again. “Sarah won’t even take my calls anymore.”
Adrian didn’t look up from his tiles. “Maybe that’s your answer.”
“Easy for you to say,” Derek muttered bitterly.
The chess room fell silent except for the distant sound of karaoke and the clicking of mahjong tiles.
Meanwhile, Olivia sat on the plush sofa in the main lounge area, picking at a plate of fresh strawberries. The sweet fruit did little to improve her restless mood.
Rebecca Frost remained absorbed in her phone game, occasionally muttering under her breath when she failed a level.
“I need to use the restroom,” Olivia announced, standing up from the comfortable sofa.
Rebecca glanced up briefly. “The one in our suite is occupied. Emma’s been in there forever.”
Olivia nodded and headed toward the door. “I’ll use the public one down the hall.”
She stepped out of their private suite into the dimly lit corridor. The bass from various rooms thumped through the walls, creating a rhythmic pulse that matched her heartbeat.
The public restroom was located at the far end of the hallway. Olivia walked quickly, her heels clicking against the polished floor.
After finishing her business, she washed her hands and checked her reflection in the mirror. The evening’s stress was beginning to show in the slight tension around her eyes.
As she rounded the corner heading back to their suite, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“Livvy.”
