She headed to the office to collect her tasks, lingering there until ten o’clock, and then drove slowly to meet Miss Holt.

The meeting location, chosen by Miss Holt, was a stylish hair salon she had frequented since her youth.

Over the years, Miss Holt had formed a deep attachment to the place, treating it almost like a second home.

Olivia had visited a few times before with Rena when she was younger.

Now older, she could truly appreciate the salon’s chic decor.

As she entered, Olivia couldn’t help but sigh; the place was a testament to capitalism, each decoration radiating opulence and luxury.

In her haste, she accidentally bumped into someone descending the stairs.

The person didn’t move aside.

man’s arms, his large hand warmly securing

was undoubtedly

about to scold him, a familiar

It was… Raphael.

It was really him!

her, and momentarily, she forgot

spirited and independent, found her emotions stirred only by

elegant voice broke

reality, Olivia

was on the

that moment, Olivia looked into

devoid of warmth—-cold and indifferent, just like

her voice polite yet

move past

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