Chapter 189
Olivia Davis stormed into the Shen mansion, her perfectly made-up face twisted with fury. She shoved aside the servant blocking her path and marched straight to the side parlor where Amanda Lin was seated.
Slap!
The sharp sound of a palm striking flesh echoed through the room. Amanda staggered back, unprepared, her fair cheek instantly marked with a vivid red handprint.
"You shameless bitch!" Olivia hissed through clenched teeth, raising her hand for another strike.
"Stop!"
The voice came from the staircase. Sophia Song descended quickly, stepping between Amanda and Olivia, her gaze icy as she glared at Olivia. "Miss Davis, this is the Shen residence. You will not cause a scene here."
Olivia froze. She couldn't believe that Aunt Sophia, who had always doted on her, would now shield that wretched woman.
"Aunt Sophia, she seduced William—"
"Enough!" Sophia cut her off sharply, then turned to the butler. "Call the Davis family. Have them come collect her."
Half an hour later, Olivia's parents arrived in a hurry. In front of them, Sophia affectionately linked arms with Amanda. "Amanda is a sensible girl. It's our family's fortune that William gets to marry her."
The words struck Olivia like a hammer to the heart. She finally understood—the position of the second young madam of the Shen family would never be hers.
In the Davis family study, Mr. Davis slammed his teacup onto the table.
"Don't you get it? Sophia never intended for you to marry William!"
Olivia bit her lip, silent. Of course she didn’t understand. Why would Aunt Sophia, who had watched her grow up, suddenly turn against her?
"What’s the current situation in the Shen family?" Mr. Davis sighed. "Alexander is Sophia’s biological son. Why would she let William marry you?"
Olivia’s head snapped up, a flicker of realization in her eyes.
Three days later, Olivia was forcibly put on a flight to London. Before boarding, she clutched her phone tightly, William’s number displayed on the screen—but she never dialed.
Three months later, Mrs. Davis, unable to bear her daughter’s loneliness abroad, flew to London to bring her home. On the return flight, Olivia leaned against her mother’s shoulder and whispered, "Mom, I’ve figured it out."
Yet the moment the plane landed at Jinzhou Airport, the obsession in her eyes flared back to life.
Top floor of BestTech Group, the CEO’s office.
Crash!
Olivia swept all the documents off the desk. Her eyes red, she glared at William, who remained silent. "Why her? What does she have that I don’t?"
William lifted his gaze, his expression terrifyingly calm. "I’ve always seen you as a sister."
The words shattered Olivia’s last hope. She stumbled back, then suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. "Fine! Wonderful! Then I wish you a miserable marriage! May she cuckold you sooner rather than later!"
William merely quirked a faint smile, as if listening to a poorly told joke.
Business Department, BestTech Group.
Emily Smith was focused on her computer screen. During lunch break, only a handful of colleagues remained in the office.
The sharp click of high heels approached.
"Emily."
She looked up to see Grace Lee standing before her desk, a noticeable bruise on her temple. In her hand was a phone—the one Emily had lost the night before.
"Vice President Johnson asked me to return this to you," Grace said with a professional smile, deliberately raising her voice.
The eyes of nearby colleagues immediately turned toward them. Emily caught sight of someone subtly straining to listen.
"Thank you, Grace," she replied calmly, shaking her head. "But this isn’t my phone."
A flicker of surprise crossed Grace’s face before she resumed her polished smile. "Then I’ll confirm with the vice president."
Once Grace left, Emily returned to her work as if nothing had happened. Only she knew—her palms bore deep crescent marks from her nails digging in.