Rebirth of a Flopped Actress: Career First, Love Second (My Billionaire Son)

Chapter 81 I’d Rather Jump Than Accept Your Help

As soon as Olivia realized Vance was behind tonight’s mess, she immediately called him.

“Vance, what the heck did you do this time? What was in that soup?”

On the other end, Vance’s voice oozed with pride.

Finished

“I told you tonight would work out perfectly! That soup’s recipe was specially sourced–it’s practically magical. Even a monk would lose his composure.”

Olivia was speechless with rage.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Vance replied nonchalantly, “Relax! It doesn’t matter who drinks it. Just take the opportunity tonight to give the Wilson family a healthy baby boy. Trust me, once my brother’s hooked, he’ll be completely loyal to you.”

Olivia wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him.

Sabotage is one thing, but this is next–level betrayal!

Fuming, she hung up and stood by the cold air vent, taking deep breaths to suppress the strange heat coursing through her body. But her face only grew redder, her heart raced faster, and her drifting toward Alexander.

It felt like she could even smell the faint, tantalizing scent of his cologne.

Terrified she might lose control, Olivia quickly shut her eyes, pretending he wasn’t there.

But then…

warmth crept

opened her eyes and froze.

was Alexander’s

eyes kept

was nearly pressed against her back, and the thin layer of clothing between them did little to block the heat radiating from his skin.

mind short–circuit. She stood there rigid, not daring to move a

casually reached forward to grab a

to brush

forgot how to breathe. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn around

of Olivia’s shoulders. Instead of

1/2

Jump

water–she just wanted him to back

obvious discomfort, and a flicker of

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knew from before wouldn’t have needed any excuse like soup or drugs. She’d

But now…

Olivia genuinely had no ulterior

took a deep breath

like a walking temptation for me to commit

watching as Olivia’s breathing grew

really don’t want my help?” he asked, his