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.

twisted into a teasing

your

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

silence

gossiping instincts quelled by a wave

clapped his hands in

the show’s

home, mind your

lifeline to the frightened

promises of silence and

bustling

Elijah wasted no time.

the door to Sandra’s private room with

What in the world

no longer the fierce, defiant figure from moments

into the haze of intoxication, leaving her in a

couch when a tall, sharp silhouette entered the

vision,

stood out like

was striking—so much so that Sandra let

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

she couldn’t comprehend, her body didn’t resist

his face in a playful pat as she

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