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

your wife,

Elijah’s dark, stormy expression, the rest of his remark

heavy silence

a wave of fear, silently wished

clapped his hands

the show’s

your business,

a lifeline to the

of silence and scattered like mice fleeing

bustling

Elijah wasted no time.

door to Sandra’s private room with

What in the world are you

longer the fierce, defiant figure

dissolved into the haze of intoxication, leaving her

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

vision, the

bearing and composed demeanor stood out

Elijah was striking—so much so that Sandra let

unsteady steps forward, she lost her balance and fell directly

her body didn’t resist

grazed his face in

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