Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 455

Olivia arrived at Capitolion's famed Velvet & Rose Spa, the go-to retreat for the city's A-list celebrities and affluent socialites.

Every VIP guest here was granted their own private suite and a dedicated beauty specialist. When Olivia stepped into her reserved room, she found Sally and Leda were already waiting for her.

The suite was nearly a thousand square feet, complete with a soaking tub, a full- body treatment area, a hair station, and a cozy lounge for conversation.

Olivia strolled in, tossed her Hermès bag carelessly onto the coffee table, and settled onto the plush sofa. She crossed her legs, her seven-inch crimson stilettos catching the light and drawing every eye in the room.

She pulled a slim case of ladies' cigarettes from her purse, lit one, and let it dangle from her lips. After a deep inhale, she exhaled a languid plume of smoke.

Sally and Leda were anything but composed. Both wore the unmistakable exhaustion of sleepless nights on their faces.

Leda slumped back against the sofa and sighed. "I haven't slept at all these past few days. Every time I close my eyes, I see the Prince's face from that night-like he was about to kill someone."

Sally, sporting obvious dark circles, groaned. "Same here. I swear, this whole thing is driving me insane."

Olivia tapped her cigarette over the ashtray, her tone sharp and impatient. "You two are such cowards. Listen to me-neither of you had better let anything slip, or you'll regret it. I mean it."

Before either could respond, a knock sounded at the door.

silent, picking up their floral tea and sipping as

personal beautician, swept in wearing her grey spa uniform, carrying a tray of fruit and a bottle

uncorked it, and poured glasses for all

having a facial

lounged back, giving Daisy a cool, dismissive glance. "I'll have a

For now, just leave us alone. And make

Walsh. I'll

you

nodded, then-while

discreetly pressed a

to the underside

table before slipping

clicked shut, Sally

unable to contain herself, blurted out, "Olivia, how

on Olivia too,

had been cagey and noncommittal over text, offering no real answers. The uncertainty had them both on edge, terrified that the investigation might circle back to them. They

haughty glance, drew on her cigarette,

features taking on a sultry cast in