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Connor had driven me home yesterday after our visit to Dorothy Jenkins, and I hadn’t had a chance to retrieve it.
Kenneth’s lips curled into a sneer. “Can’t bear to part with that luxury ride? Unlike us ordinary folks, who’d never sit in a Rivers family vehicle. Oh right, I guess my Porsche
Macan just isn’t good enough compared to your big shot’s SUV.”
His petty jealousy was becoming tiresome. I felt my patience wearing thin.
“Have I ever offended you?” I asked directly. “Why are you so bitter? Did I buy that car with your money?”
He scoffed, adjusting his tie with an aggressive tug. “As if I could afford it.’
Something in me snapped. “Instead of being so envious and bitter, why don’t you work harder yourself? Why be such a sore loser?”
My words struck a nerve. Kenneth’s face darkened with rage, and he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a venomous hiss.
“Yeah, I’m jealous I’m not a woman. Unlike you, who can just spread her legs and hook a rich man.”
Heat rushed to my face, not from embarrassment but from pure fury. “You’re a lawyer -you should know slander is illegal. Clean up your mouth, or I won’t hesitate to drag you to court myself.”
For a moment, he seemed to realize he’d crossed a line. Then he rolled his eyes dramatically, grabbed his briefcase, and stormed off without another word.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. After ordering a taxi, I headed for Moonlight Club alone.
The club was only ten minutes away, its neon sign casting a purple glow over the entrance. Inside, I was directed to a private suite where Kenneth was already seated with two middle-aged men-Harold Blackwood and Douglas Thornton.
The scene that greeted me was distasteful at best. Both men, one overweight and the other with slicked-back hair that glistened with too much product, had heavily made-up women perched on their laps. The moment I entered, all eyes fixed on me with undisguised interest.
“And this is…?” Harold asked, his gaze traveling over my body in a way that made my skin crawl.
Kenneth shot me a contemptuous glance but remained silent.
Maintaining my professional demeanor, I placed the contract on the table and smiled politely. “Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Thornton, I’m Olivia Winters from Moonlaw Legal Services, here to discuss our legal advisor agreement.”
I sat down gracefully, determined not to show my discomfort. “Your contract with the previous firm is expiring, right? Our firm leads the industry in Riverdale, with top specialists in civil, criminal, IP, and administrative law. Also, I heard Mr. Thornton’s company has a trademark dispute-we’ve handled thousands of those successfully.” Harold barely glanced at the contract before tossing it aside. His eyes remained fixed on me as he smiled, revealing yellowed teeth.
“Legal advisor, huh? Easy. But first, Ms. Winters, have a few drinks with me, and then everything’s negotiable.”
Douglas leaned forward, his cologne overpowering. “Such a pretty woman should consider working for me instead. I’ll pay you double what they’re giving you. No more running around hustling clients.”
I kept my expression neutral despite the disgust churning in my stomach. “Sorry, Mr. Thornton. I’m here to negotiate legal services, not to sell myself.”
Douglas laughed, a harsh sound that grated on my nerves. “No rush, sweetheart. Here’s my card. If you ever get tired of ‘working hard, call me.”
I made no move to take it. “If you want to sign the contract, I’m happy to follow up. If not, there’s nothing more to discuss.”
His expression darkened. “Playing hard to get, huh?”
From the corner, Kenneth sneered, “Stop pretending to be some pure innocent.”
Harold raised a glass, his smile turning predatory. “Come on, Ms. Winters, have a drink first, then we’ll talk business.”
My wolf instincts screamed danger. The drink he offered likely contained something sinister-I’d had enough experience with suspicious beverages to recognize the threat.
“Sorry, Mr. Blackwood, I don’t drink,” I replied firmly.
Harold’s smile vanished. He set the glass down with deliberate slowness and rose from his seat, approaching me like a predator.
“So aloof. You don’t understand the rules of this game. Let me teach you.”
Before I could react, his sweaty hand clamped around my wrist. He lunged forward, his face inches from mine.
My training kicked in instantly. With a swift movement born of both anger and self-preservation, I twisted Harold’s arm behind his back, applying just enough. pressure to make him yelp.
“You f*****g b***h! How dare you lay hands on me!” he howled, his face contorting with rage.
Douglas jumped up, his chair crashing to the floor. “You’ll regret this!”
As he lunged toward me, I kicked out sharply, my heel connecting with a vulnerable spot. He doubled over with a howl of pain.
I took advantage of their momentary incapacitation to dash toward the door.
“Get her! Tonight I’m going to teach that arrogant b***h a lesson!” Harold roared behind me.
Footsteps pounded after me-Kenneth first, then the two enraged men. I raced down the corridor, my high heels hampering my speed.
Ignoring the elevator-too slow, too risky-I pushed through the door to the stairwell and flew down the steps, nearly stumbling in my haste.
I burst out onto the ground floor, heart pounding, and crashed directly into a solid, warm chest. A familiar scent enveloped me-pine, moonlight, and something uniquely masculine.
Looking up abruptly, I found myself staring into worried ice-blue eyes. Connor Rivers stood before me, his expression shifting from concern to protective anger as he took in my disheveled appearance.
His arms came around me gently but firmly. “Livvy, what happened? Why are you running like this?”
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(Olivia’s POV)
“Alpha Connor…” The name escaped my lips in a breathless whisper as I found myself safely enveloped in his strong arms.
Behind me, heavy footsteps pounded to a sudden halt. I turned slightly to see Harold Blackwood and Douglas Thornton frozen in their tracks, their earlier predatory expressions melting into shock and fear.
Harold’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. The vulgar threats he’d been shouting moments ago died in his throat as he took in the imposing figure holding me protectively.
“You’re… Rivers… President Rivers?” Douglas stammered, his face draining of color as recognition dawned.
Connor’s four bodyguards flanked him like a wall of muscle, their expressions promising violence. The two businessmen seemed to shrink before my eyes, their earlier swagger evaporating into trembling panic.
I felt Connor’s chest rise against mine as he drew a deep breath. His ice-blue eyes had turned glacial, radiating an oppressive aura that seemed to drop the temperature in the entire lobby.
“P-President Rivers,” Harold forced out a sickening attempt at a smile, sweat beading on his forehead. “Do you know this Miss Winters?”
Connor didn’t bother responding to their pathetic groveling. His jaw tightened as he shot a meaningful glance toward his bodyguards.
Without a word, the four men moved forward with practiced efficiency. They seized Harold and Douglas, who offered no resistance as they were effortlessly restrained.
“They tried to force me to drink something suspicious,” I explained quietly, looking up at Connor. “When I refused and tried to leave, they became aggressive. They were going to… to teach me a lesson.”
Connor’s expression remained dangerously calm as he gently took my hand. His touch was warm despite the coldness in his eyes.
“I’ll take you home,” he said simply, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I nodded and followed obediently, but couldn’t help glancing back at the two men being dragged away. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach.
“What will you do with those two?” I asked softly.
Connor’s reply was measured yet somehow more frightening for its calmness. “Let them learn a lesson.”
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