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.

lips twisted into a teasing smirk

your wife,

the moment he caught Elijah’s dark, stormy expression,

heavy silence

instincts quelled by a wave of

clapped his hands in a

everyone, the show’s

home, mind your business,

was a lifeline to

promises of silence and scattered

bustling

Elijah wasted no time.

door to Sandra’s private room

What in the world are

longer the fierce, defiant figure from moments

outrage had dissolved into the haze of

onto the couch when a tall, sharp silhouette entered the

her blurred vision,

stood out

was striking—so much so that Sandra

she lost her balance and fell directly into his

she couldn’t comprehend, her body didn’t

grazed his face in a

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