Chapter 88 Episode 88

But not the Elijah impersonator.

He hesitated, his face betraying indecision.

Clinging to a misguided bravado, he forced a smile and raised a glass of wine as if to smooth things over.

“Miss, if you’re upset, I can—”

“Leave!” Sandra interrupted, her disgust as tangible as the shattered glass at her feet.

She pointed firmly toward the door, her patience snapping like a brittle twig.

“Or do you want me to report you?”

Just then, the door to the adjoining room swung open.

Oliver strolled out casually, his jacket slung over one shoulder.

His eyes widened at the scene before him.

Sandra stood amid the scattering young men, her hair slightly disheveled, and her cheeks flushed with anger.

Even in her fury, she exuded a magnetic charm.

into a teasing smirk as he glanced toward

your wife,

dark, stormy expression,

silence filled

quelled by a wave of fear, silently wished they

Oliver clapped his hands in

the show’s

your

a lifeline to the frightened

of silence and scattered like mice

the bustling hallway was

Elijah wasted no time.

private room with a

the world are

no longer the fierce, defiant figure from

had dissolved into the haze of intoxication, leaving her in a

just about to collapse onto the couch when a tall, sharp

her blurred vision, the man’s presence was

composed demeanor stood out like a beacon amid

striking—so much so that Sandra let

unsteady steps forward, she lost her balance and fell directly into

her body

his face in a

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