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“Of course,” Adrian replied cheerfully, helping the child out of the car.
I watched his retreating figure, my fingers slowly clenching into fists. The tension remained unresolved, burning in my chest like acid.
(Olivia’s POV)
Inside the Winters household, Natalie greeted Adrian warmly. She had maintained a positive impression of him since their hospital encounter.
“Adrian, it’s wonderful to see you again,” she said with genuine pleasure.
During that previous meeting, she had learned that Adrian obtained a protection charm from Moonlight Temple for me. She had mentioned this to Richard, who responded with a noncommittal “hmm.”
I still wasn’t sure whether my father approved or disapproved of Adrian.
Today, both Richard and Natalie were home. Adrian demonstrated his excellent upbringing by bringing thoughtful gifts.
“I brought some 1990s moonberry wine,” he said, presenting two elegant bottles. “And premium herbal tea leaves.”
He had clearly researched my father’s preferences. Richard didn’t smoke but enjoyed tea and occasional drinks.
Richard showed slight approval but remained reserved. “Thank you. That’s very considerate.”
Natalie was much more welcoming. “How thoughtful! Richard will definitely enjoy these.”
Grace and Sophie immediately bonded, chattering excitedly about their planned activities.
“Can we bake cookies?” Sophie asked with sparkling eyes.
“Yes! And we can play in the garden too,” Grace replied enthusiastically.
The two girls ran upstairs together, their laughter echoing through the house.
In the living room, Adrian and I sat down to discuss legal cases. Agnes Turner served us tea and fresh fruit with quiet efficiency.
Richard respectfully withdrew to his study without interfering. His departure showed trust in my professional judgment.
Natalie also tactfully left us alone. As she walked away, I caught her thoughtful expression.
She was probably thinking how well-matched Adrian and I appeared together. I knew she hoped I could move on from Connor and find happiness with someone like Adrian.
“I’ve reviewed the Miranda Blackwood case files,” Adrian began professionally.
“What’s your assessment?” I asked, focusing completely on our work.
“The mate bond severance will be complicated,” he explained. “Malcolm Blackwood is fighting it aggressively.
We discussed legal strategies and precedents with complete dedication. Our professional chemistry was undeniable.
Back at Moonstone Legal Partners later that day, I felt revitalized by returning to work. More than a month of hospital recovery had left me eager to resume my career.
During my absence, I had to find substitute lawyers for several court hearings. My friends had refused to bring case files to the hospital, insisting I focus on healing.
Adrian had jokingly assured me that the firm wouldn’t collapse without me.
Now, sitting in my familiar office chair, I experienced a sense of rebirth and relaxation. The familiar environment energized me completely.
Jade Mitchell and Emma Thompson welcomed me back enthusiastically.
“Welcome back, boss!” Jade said with a grin, placing a stack of case files on my desk. “Plenty of work waiting for you.”
Emma updated me on cases handled during my absence. “All the substitute hearings resulted in victories,” she reported proudly.
“That’s excellent news,” I replied, genuinely impressed. “Emma, you’ve made significant progress.”
(Olivia’s POV)
After being discharged from Harbor City Memorial Hospital, I threw myself completely into my work at Moonstone Legal Partners. The major cases for Rivers Pack Holdings demanded my full attention – territorial disputes involving millions of dollars and complex supernatural business contracts that could reshape pack alliances across the Northern Territory.
Despite having organized the evidence once before my hospitalization, I meticulously reviewed everything again. My career ambition burned stronger than ever as I established myself as Harbor City’s premier supernatural law specialist.
Every night, I stayed late at the law firm, the twenty-second floor becoming my second home. The city lights below flickered like stars as I pored over contract clauses and territorial agreements.
Emma Thompson often stayed with me, bringing moonlight herb tea and ensuring I ate dinner. Her loyalty touched me deeply, especially knowing she could have left for a more comfortable position elsewhere. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” she said one evening, placing a steaming cup beside my case files. “These cases will determine the future of pack relations,” I replied, not looking up from the territorial boundary documents. “Every detail matters.”
The Rivers Pack Holdings cases weren’t just legal work – they were my chance to prove that I belonged among the elite supernatural lawyers. Each victory would cement my reputation and expand my influence. One evening, while standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling city nightscape, my phone rang with an urgent call.
“Miss Winters, I have important news about the Blackwood situation,” my informant’s voice crackled through the speaker.
I pressed the phone closer to my ear, watching the neon lights flicker across Harbor City’s skyline. “Harrison Blackwood refused to sign the mate bond dissolution agreement,” the informant continued. “He tore it up in a fit of Alpha rage this afternoon.”
My lips curved into a satisfied smile. This was exactly what I had hoped would happen. “Margaret had another heated argument with him about severing their bond,” the informant explained. “She’s now retained Harrison Clarke from Moonlaw Legal Services to represent her in the dissolution proceedings.”
I acknowledged the information calmly, already formulating my strategy. This was the perfect opportunity to strike at the heart of the Grey pack’s remaining stability.
Walking to my printer, I immediately began preparing civil retainer agreements and authorization materials. The documents would be ready within minutes.
“Emma, we’re leaving,” I called out, grabbing my car keys and securing the law firm’s sensitive files.
Emma Thompson followed behind me as we entered the elevator, her expression curious but trusting.
As the elevator descended, I dialed Harrison Blackwood’s number. He answered on the third ring, his voice heavy with obvious displeasure.
“Why are you calling me?” Harrison’s tone dripped with hostility. “Haven’t you harmed Ethan enough already?”
His attitude toward me had deteriorated from mere dislike to pure hatred. Margaret’s constant complaints about me causing their bankruptcy had poisoned his mind completely.
“Did you orchestrate our company’s downfall?” he demanded angrily. “Are you calling to add insult to injury to our pack’s suffering?”
I responded with a low laugh, maintaining perfect composure despite his accusations.
“I’m calling to help you,” I said smoothly. “I want to represent you in your mate bond dissolution case against Margaret.”
Harrison’s skeptical silence stretched for several seconds before he spoke again.
“Why would someone who allegedly bankrupted my family want to help me?” he asked suspiciously.
I provided a detailed legal explanation as the elevator reached the parking garage.
“Silverridge Holdings’ bankruptcy wasn’t my doing,” I clarified patiently. “It resulted from Ethan’s poor investment decisions in major supernatural territory acquisitions.”
I continued explaining while walking toward my glacier blue Bentley. “Your company suffered severe losses, broken capital chains, and inability to complete projects. You not only failed to profit but also owe astronomical breach-of-contract penalties to other pack partners.”
Emma Thompson took the keys as I handed them to her, understanding that I needed to focus on this crucial conversation.
“Normally company debts wouldn’t affect Ethan personally after bankruptcy,” I explained. “But his abuse of shareholder status and commingling of personal and company assets means the werewolf court will apply the doctrine of piercing the corporate veil.”
Harrison listened intently as I outlined the legal’implications.
