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.

teasing smirk as

that your

expression, the rest of his remark died in his

silence filled the

by a

his hands

everyone, the

mind your business, and

was a lifeline to the frightened

mumbled quick promises of silence and scattered like mice

bustling hallway

Elijah wasted no time.

the door to Sandra’s private room with a stride

What in the

was no longer the fierce,

had dissolved into the haze of intoxication, leaving her in

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

vision, the man’s presence was

composed demeanor stood out like a beacon

so that Sandra let out a breathy

she lost her balance and fell

couldn’t comprehend, her body didn’t

in

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