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    Chapter 44: The Trap at Moonlight Club


    (Vanessa’s POV)


    The Rivers family moved with ruthless efficiency. Less than twenty–four hours after my humiliation, all the arrangements wereplete. Two burly security guards. nked me as we walked through Harbor City Regional Airport, their grip on my arms


    tight enough to prevent any escape attempt.


    I kept my head high despite the tears threatening to spill. How dare they treat me like


    a criminal? After everything I’d done for this family?


    As I boarded the ne, hatred consumed me like a living me. My nails dug


    crescents into my palms as I settled into the first–ss seat they’d booked to ship me


    away.


    “Olivia Winters,” I whispered venomously, “all of this is your fault.”


    The flight attendant offered me a drink, but I waved her away. My thoughts were too


    <i>poisonous </i>for interruption.


    Without that woman, Connor would have eventually noticed me. He would have seen my <i>devotion</i>, my love that had never wavered since childhood. He would have been


    mine.


    “You stole him from me!” I hissed under my breath, causing the passenger across the


    aisle <i>to </i>nce over nervously.


    I turned <i>to </i>stare out the window as the ne began to taxi. The Western Territory


    awaited me–along with someone who might help me overturn this nightmare and exact the revenge I so desperately craved.


    A cold smile curved my lips. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    The afternoon light nted through the windows of Moow Legal Services as I organized thest of my case files. Most of my colleagues had already left for the day. when Heather Phillips approached my desk, a man folder in her manicured hands.


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    “Olivia,” she said with a professional smile, “do you have a moment?”


    I nodded, setting aside the brief I’d been reviewing. “Of course, Ms. Phillips.”


    She ced the folder before me, her expression encouraging. “Usually negotiating cases is the business department’s work, but you know, being awyer requires


    negotiation skills. It’s better ifwyers can secure cases themselves. I have a


    potential client for you to meet.”


    Opening the folder, I scanned the documents inside. This was exactly the kind of


    opportunity I’dcked at my previous position in Harbor City, where I’d struggled as an


    outsider with no connections.


    “This could be valuable experience,” I murmured, genuinely interested.


    Heather’s smile widened. “If yound this client, I’ll give <i>you </i>a 20%mission,


    stacked on top of your usual legal fees.”


    The money didn’t particrly interest me–my <i>focus </i>was on building my professional


    reputation. Still, the gesture was appreciated.


    “Okay, Ms. Phillips,” I replied, closing the folder. “I’ll handle it.”


    She patted my shoulder kindly. “The meeting is set for 7 p.m., Moonlight Club. I’ll have Keh Westfield apany you. Sorry for the overtime.”


    I nodded without hesitation. “That’s fine. I appreciate the opportunity.”


    As Heather walked away, I checked my watch. Just enough time to prepare.


    The office had emptied considerably by 6:30 when I approached Keh Westfield’s desk. He was still there, packing his briefcase with exaggerated movements.


    “Keh,” I began politely, “shall we discuss transportation to Moonlight Club?”


    He looked up, his gaze immediately filling with undisguised contempt. “Why don’t you have your boyfriend bring over his luxury SUV to show off?”


    I stiffened. Yesterday, Keh had seen me step out of Connor’s vehicle at Harbor City Memorial Hospital, and apparently, he’d been nursing his jealousy ever since.


    “It’s toote to have him bring the car,” I replied evenly. “I’ll just take a cab.”


    My cier Blue Bentley Continental GT was still parked at the Winters Family Estate.


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    Connor had driven me home yesterday after our visit to Dorothy Jenkins, and I hadn’t


    had a chance to retrieve it.


    Keh’s lips curled into a sneer. “Can’t bear to part with that luxury ride? Unlike us


    ordinary folks, who’d never sit in a Rivers family vehicle. Oh right, I guess my Porsche


    Macan just isn’t good enoughpared to your big shot’s SUV.”


    His petty jealousy was bing tiresome. I felt my patience wearing thin.


    “Have I ever offended you?” I asked directly. “Why are you so bitter? Did I buy that car


    with your money?”


    He scoffed, adjusting his tie with an aggressive tug. “As if I could afford it.’


    Something in me snapped. “Instead of being so envious and bitter, why don’t you


    work harder yourself? Why be such a sore loser?”


    My words struck a nerve. Keh’s face darkened with rage, and he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a venomous hiss.


    “Yeah, I’m jealous I’m not a woman. Unlike you, who can just spread her legs and hook


    a rich man.”


    Heat rushed to my face, not from embarrassment but from pure fury. “You’re awyer <i>-you </i>should know nder is illegal. Clean up your mouth, or I won’t hesitate to drag <i>you </i><i>to </i>court myself.”


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