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Connor placed his hand gently on the small of my back, guiding me toward his car.
“Ready to go?”
I nodded, enjoying the stunned expressions we left in our wake.
Inside the private room at the restaurant, I recounted my day to Connor, including the false rumors that had circulated at the firm.
“You know why they were so surprised just now?” I said softly, my amber eyes warm with amusement. “Because someone once saw me getting out of your car, then started a rumor that I was kept by an ugly old man.”
Connor’s expression turned icy, his gaze sharp as a blade. “Rumors?” he asked coldly, ice-blue eyes flashing with controlled anger.
“Mhm,” I responded calmly, reaching to touch his hand in reassurance. “But I’ve handled it. No need to worry.”
Ethan Quinn, lounging nearby with a glass of moonlight wine, suddenly interjected with a theatrical gasp.
“What? Someone dared to spread such filth about you? Little sister, why didn’t you tell us?”
Connor shot him a disdainful glance. “Why would she need to tell you?”
Lily Chen, sitting across from Ethan, pinched his arm hard enough to make him yelp. “Olivia is Connor’s fiancée. They’re almost engaged. Why are you meddling? Looking for attention?”
“Ouch, dear ancestor, stop pinching!” Ethan cried dramatically, rubbing his arm. “I’m just upset someone bullied our girl. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”
Ignoring their banter, Connor turned toward me, his eyes full of remorse and tenderness.
“Livvy, you’ve been harassed during business meetings, slandered at work… I truly feel like I’ve failed you as a fiancé, not protecting you well enough.” His tone was low and gentle, tinged with guilt.
I shook my head with a faint smile. “That’s not fair, Con. You can’t follow me around twenty-four seven.”
“Little sister, you’re his precious treasure,” Ethan chimed in, his tone half-joking, half-serious. “He can’t stand you being mistreated. You know, back then, he once nearly beat a man to death for your sake…”
“Quinn!” Connor’s cold voice cut him off sharply.
The room fell silent as everyone sensed his displeasure, Ethan awkwardly cleared his throat and changed the subject.
“Anyway, as long as you’re okay, that’s what matters.”
But my curiosity was already piqued. I leaned forward, amber eyes bright with interest.
“Who did he nearly beat to death back then?” hapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened-1
(Connor’s POV)
I took a slow sip of my wine, deliberately keeping my tone indifferent as I avoided Olivia’s curious gaze.
“No one. Ethan was talking nonsense,” I said, hoping to end the conversation before it began.
Olivia’s clear amber eyes turned toward me, her expression pretending to be fierce though I could see the playfulness behind it.
“Con, don’t shut me out. I want to hear what Ethan Quinn has to say.”
I fell silent immediately. Despite my reluctance, I couldn’t deny her anything when she looked at me that way.
(Olivia’s POV)
The private room at the restaurant buzzed with casual teasing and warm camaraderie. Ethan Quinn’s joking words gradually peeled back the layers of Connor’s protectiveness over me.
“Look at him,” Ethan laughed, gesturing toward Connor with his wine glass.
“Completely whipped man. One look from Olivia and he caves instantly.”
Gabriel Andrews quipped with a knowing smile, “You don’t understand. Whipped men love their partners, not fear them.”
Gentle laughter rippled through the room as Rebecca, my childhood friend, softly added, “That’s right, Connor is a wife-doting maniac. Always has been when it comes to Olivia.”
Ethan then shifted the conversation, his expression turning more serious. “By the way, Olivia, those two sleazy businessmen who harassed you before-Harold
Blackwood and Douglas/Thornton? They’ve been investigated.”
“Both are now detained for economic crimes,” he continued, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Their companies are being systematically dismantled by Connor’s connections.”
I nibbled a piece of venison, feeling a mixture of pride, satisfaction, and justice wash over me. “They deserved it. Serves them right.”
“Absolutely!” Ethan enthusiastically echoed in agreement.
I realized we’d digressed from the original topic. My amber eyes sharpened with renewed interest as I pressed again, “Ethan, you still haven’t told me-who did Connor nearly kill back then?”
Ethan hesitated, stealing a nervous glance at Connor, whose ice-blue eyes had narrowed dangerously. Despite this, Ethan answered honestly: “Seemed like someone named Liam Davidson.”
The name hit me like a physical blow. Memories surged vividly in my mind, transporting me back to my high school years at Riverdale High.
My close friend Emma Thompson had to transfer to an ordinary public school after her family suffered financial misfortunes. Out of loyalty, I often waited at Emma’s new school to meet her after classes.
There, a notorious bully named Liam Davidson, who fancied himself a leader because of his family’s modest business, began to harass Emma. He wanted to claim her as his girlfriend despite her obvious discomfort and fear.
One evening, Liam chased Emma all the way to the school gate, only to encounter me waiting there. Spotting me, his depravity grew bolder.
He blocked my way, spouted vile obscenities, and demanded my contact information.
He threatened and humiliated me publicly as students passed by indifferently, none willing to challenge the aggressive young man.
Terrified but desperate, I bluffed that I had a powerful brother. I called Connor Rivers, whom I barely knew at the time, boasting aloud about his ferocity and connections to scare Liam away.
To my surprise, within minutes, the deputy principal and dean arrived, dragging Liam and his followers away. Afterward, Emma told me she never saw Liam again at school.
Curious now, I turned to Connor and asked, “Did you summon the school authorities that day?”
“Yes,” he replied simply, his voice controlled.
I sensed there was more to the story. “And then you beat up Liam Davidson?”
(Ethan Quinn’s POV)
I couldn’t contain my excitement to share the story despite Connor’s warning glare. I jumped in enthusiastically.
“Oh man, you should have seen it! Connor was playing basketball with me when he received Olivia’s call. Without hesitation, he dropped everything and dragged me twenty kilometers to the school.”
I gestured animatedly, recalling Connor’s expression. “He was already bristling with protective rage before we even arrived.”
“Liam Davidson had no idea who Connor was-the Rivers family heir! The i***t remained foul-mouthed and arrogant when confronted.” My voice dropped lower as I recalled his disgusting words. “He was leering, saying, ‘That little girl’s just my type, skin soft enough to pinch water out of, that tiny waist looks good for riding-one day,
I’ll have her writhing for me-“
I saw Olivia’s face pale at the vulgar description. Connor’s jaw tightened dangerously.
“Before he could finish his filth, a vicious shout burst out as Connor’s fist silenced his obscenity mid-sentence.” I punched the air for emphasis. “Like a man possessed, Connor pummeled Liam with ruthless precision, targeting vital spots.”
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