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.

and Leda instantly fell silent, picking up their floral tea

wearing her grey spa uniform, carrying a tray of fruit and a bottle

set the wine down, uncorked it,

will you be having a facial or a full-body

back, giving Daisy a cool,

just leave us alone. And make sure we're not

Miss Walsh. I'll be

you need

nodded, then-while

pressed a

recorder to the

before slipping

door clicked shut, Sally and Leda visibly

herself, blurted out, "Olivia, how is this

gaze on Olivia too, anxiety clear

and noncommittal over text, offering no real answers. The uncertainty had them both

glance, drew on her cigarette, and

taking on a sultry cast