Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Chapter 83

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Ethan’s impression was still the same as the last time, when she’d thrown a pot of porridge at him a few days ago. She’d been furious and crazy, and she’d looked just like an angry cat.

Now, sfie was the exact opposite of that. Standing with her head bowed, she anxiously shifted from one foot to the other.

Olivia tried to overcome the discomfort and awkwardness she felt under his gaze. Softly, she said, “I want to ask you for a

favor.”

A laugh escaped his mouth as he sat with his legs crossed, plucking out a cigarette from a box. She knew he was mocking her. ” What do you want now?” He asked.

Jason Yates, a rich youngster, stood not far away from them. Somehow, he was able to discern the slight difference in the way Ethan treated her

“There’s no one in this world who wouldn’t want to ask Mr. Miller for help. Young lady, is this the attitude

to stand beside Ethan as the latter leaned in

from the tit–for–tat exchanges they’d had in the past two years, he’d used to

was open, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. The dim light emphasized his already prominent facial features,

judging her. She couldn’t care less what

ready to light the cigarette. Since she and Ethan were not of equal standing, she

around him.

he lowered his eyes, a hint of a smile hung at the corner of his lips

rather jump from the seventh floor of a building than come to me for help,” he

humiliating slap. She hadn’t expected her father to get caught up in something like this and hence need Ethan’s help.

“You’re a magnanimous man, Mr. Miller. I’m

gears in Jason’s

seemed to be the only exception. Although she

rapped his fingers on the table. “This is

her brows. Half a glass of this was enough to make her

you going to come up with this time? That you’re feeling uncomfortable or that you’re sick to

clear as day. He knew that she had a low alcohol tolerance,

times he’d forbidden her from touching alcohol. Things were different