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.

a teasing smirk

that your wife,

the moment he caught Elijah’s dark, stormy expression, the rest of his remark died in his

silence filled the

instincts quelled by a wave of

tension rising, Oliver clapped his hands in a

everyone, the

home, mind your

a lifeline

of silence and scattered like

the bustling hallway was

Elijah wasted no time.

room with a stride

What in the world are

Sandra was no longer the

haze of intoxication,

onto the couch when

vision, the

composed demeanor stood out like a beacon

resemblance to Elijah was striking—so much so that Sandra let

lost

she couldn’t comprehend, her body

grazed his face in a playful pat as

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