Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

The bedroom wasn't that spacious, and the air was slightly moist. Olivia turned away.

"You brought me here by force. I've been wearing the same clothes for days. I want to take a shower."

"Do it, then," Wayne said casually.

Olivia frowned. "I need a change of clothes."

Wayne casually pulled open the wardrobe that Olivia wanted to check. There was only a suitcase inside that contained some of his clothes.

Olivia found it hard to believe that he was actually the leader of a nation.

Olivia thought about Mason, who was in a similar position. He ate the best food and drank the best alcohol. Even the teas in his possession were of the highest quality.

Although the clothes he wore weren't branded, they were designed and made for him by the best designers and tailors.

Olivia glanced at the clothes in Wayne's suitcase. There were two jackets, some short-sleeved shirts, and pants. He picked out a wrinkly short-sleeved shirt and a pair of pants. Then, he threw them at her.

"Make do with these for now."

Olivia was on the verge of losing it. What was he doing here? Was he on vacation?

rumored to be a very capable person? Why did it feel like she had walked into

I wear

put a shirt on. "Here, just

at a

for now. If you really need clothes, I'll get some people to take

to say. She was starting to miss Ethan, the man who would take care of her down to the

who was destined to spend the rest of his

other options. She could only pick up his shirt and pants. It was better than nothing.

the bathroom but stuck her head

there a towel

the one

using it, so just

black-colored slacks and handed Olivia the

"Take this."

about how the towel had just been used, Olivia threw it away and

"I'm out of here."

fell. "Women

much better after she took a shower. She dried herself with the

she only changed her top. She kept wearing