He fidgeted with his cup of coffee in annoyance. Just when he was about to leave, someone pushed the glass door of the café open. A woman, who was dressed fashionably with a pair of sunglasses on, walked in slowly.

“I’m sorry, the traffic was congested. You must have waited for long, Mr. Lochlan.” Olivia took off her sunglasses and flashed him a smile which she thought was pretty.

“I just arrived too,” replied Lochlan indifferently.

Olivia scrutinized the man in front of her. Wearing a suit, he had a dignified aura. In addition to his good looks, he came from a wealthy family too. She heard that he was a firefighter who did not like to inherit the family business.

How interesting.

“Mr. Lochlan, do you have any hobbies?”

“Not really.”

“What do you like to eat? Western or Asian?”

“Ms. Warhol, I’ll get straight to the point.” Annoyed, Lochlan interrupted Olivia’s questions. He raised his dark eyes and finally looked at her. “I have someone whom I like. This blind date was arranged by my mother against my wishes. I’m sorry but I’ll have to go first.”

Olivia, who was initially very interested, immediately turned upset. She exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, “What did you say?”

his attitude would infuriate her, but he needed to tell her. “I’m saying that we’re not right for each

you think that you’re extremely charming?” Olivia was so furious that her face turned pale and her

to Olivia. With

With that, he strode out of

Olivia grabbed the cup of coffee on the table and hurled it at

a pang of pain coming from his back. The coffee mug fell onto the ground and broke

suit and burned his back while leaving a large

an

around slowly and glared at Olivia

speaking, he left

exited the café, his

Ashlyn?

Lochlan had

wrong, Ms. Berry? What? Are you saying that Lottie is gone and there’s blood on the floor? Okay, I’ll

the next moment, the BMW dashed out like an arrow, instantly

a Mercedes parked at the café. She instructed the driver, “Investigate who’s the

driver quivered. Looks like her blind

some point, it started

bleak raindrops were like the reflections of the pedestrians’

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