Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 90

“Mrs. Mil–Ms. Fordham, shall I escort you inside?” Brent addressed Olivia as respectfully as usual.

“There’s no need. I’m waiting for a friend… She’s here.”

Olivia had just spotted a woman in a flaming red fur coat. She wore nude stockings underneath and high heels, making her

look like an ostrich on fire.

All of a sudden, Olivia didn’t want to admit knowing someone like her. It had never occurred to her that Everly was late because she was changing in the car.

Everly walked over with a pair of exaggerated glasses on her face and an overwhelming scent of perfume surrounding her.

Olivia turned away from the horrendous sight and started to leave. “Nope. I got the wrong person. I’ll head inside now.”

Wait for me!” Everly called

Brent, stopped right before him, and removed her shades. “Did

one to comment on women’s

nightclub? Are

already unhappy with Ethan. Seeing his henchman here

going to dance on

bother arguing with her and simply said,

Everly took out her invitation letter and said

the two of them were finished with their talk, Olivia had already reached the second

had enjoyed coming here. He didn’t have much interest in anything, but he

broad collection of antiques at home, ranging from valuables from the Middle Ages

antiques displayed in the glass cabinets looked rather

was the one she’d bitten after her father had pulled her leg, saying that it was made

she’d thought all her teeth would fall out after