When Brent felt Ethan’s chilling gaze on him, he had to explain. “Mr. Miller, she’s with Everly.”

It wasn’t unusual for Olivia to hang out with her best friend, Everly. Ethan had asked Brent to follow Everly on Instagram to monitor Olivia’s move. While explaining, Brent showed his boss Everly’s Instagram post.

In one of them, Everly showed off her eye-catching pink curls, but Ethan was instantly drawn to Olivia, who was rocking a different style in the photo. She had gotten a middle-part pixie cut, which—coupled with her tiny face—made her look more morose than her usual sunny disposition.

Her eyes were looking downward, and her collarbone was visible through her Oxford shirt in the photo. Her beauty was almost sacred.

The caption read “Reborn.”

Ethan hadn’t realized that his fingers were trembling slightly. After a year of being pestered by her, he should have felt relieved that she wanted to let go. But why did he feel suffocated instead?

He reminded himself that his sister was gone. Olivia did not have the right to declare her “rebirth.” He convinced himself that he wasn’t feeling bad for Olivia—he just wanted revenge.

He wasn’t done with torturing her yet, and he would not let this slip.

Deep in his thoughts, he was interrupted by Brent’s remark. “Ms. Hilton brought Mrs. Miller to the Dark Horse Clubhouse.”

Brent clicked on an Instagram post that showed Olivia lazing on a soft couch in a dimly lit room while a handsome young man in white kneeled on one knee and fed her grapes.

Ethan almost crushed the phone after seeing the photo. “Go to the clubhouse.”

white. He knew he’d make Olivia weak in the knees when he put on a white shirt, and she’d sometimes sketch the

want a divorce at all. Not only that, but he also wanted to keep her by his side forever. He wanted to subject her to

his breath in the car. He was confused by the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good to Marina and

other hand, Ethan gave Olivia the cold shoulder, but Brent could tell that she was Ethan’s one true love. Alas, Ethan,

nowhere to be seen. Apparently, Olivia had to bring Everly home because

to look around but found no one. Brent called up the hotels

place to stay in advance. It’ll take some time to find a rental if you’re doing it without

he realized that she planned

her,

tied up and brought to Ethan, who lit a cigar and stared at the two trembling

“Lift your heads.”

into trouble with a big

you

lady did not like touching and kept a distance from us. She had a few

host. He examined the young man’s face, which was

fed to her by a cheap, trashy man like

young man was on the brink of tears. Ethan made it worse when

please

the surveillance footage of the lounge. “Mrs. Miller did not have physical contact

have their fingers cut off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was

best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to deal with a devil after she left. Talk

Ethan went back to his car and drove around the city aimlessly. Where would Olivia go when she had no place

to be at the hospital to take care of him. Her phone

that night. It had been a while since he visited the villa. Only the furniture was left behind; the interior seemed spotless and devoid of human

was her habit to arrange fresh flowers on the dining table daily,

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