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,

was

scold him, a familiar scent halted

It was… Raphael.

It was really him!

and momentarily,

spirited and independent, found her

much time had passed when a deep, elegant voice broke the silence, “How long are you going to

Olivia quickly

on the stairs, Raphael’s grip tightened,

moment, Olivia looked into

gaze was emotionless, devoid of warmth—-cold and indifferent,

Olivia said, her voice

move past

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