Chapter 46: Bloodlines and Consequences–2


    By the time we finished, I had identified several cases that would be perfect for


    Moow to handle–cases with substantial fees attached.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    Armed with a stack of signed contracts and payment confirmations, I returned to Moow Legal Services. The office had grown quieter as the afternoon wore on, but several colleagues still lingered at their desks. Their eyes followed me as I walked directly to Heather Phillips‘ office.


    I ced the stack of contracts on her desk with deliberate slowness. My voice was calm yet sharp as I announced, “Supervisor Phillips, the task you assigned is done. A five–<i>year </i>advisory contract, $150,000 already transferred. Plus, I signed three debt recovery litigations and a patent infringement case, all with general representation agreements, <i>fees </i>paid upfront. Adding it all up, including the advisory fee, it’s $800,000.”


    1 paused, enjoying the shock spreading across her face. “If you don’t believe me, ask Finance for the records. Or here-” I opened my phone’s photo album, showing her


    the payment receipts, “proof of payment.”


    (Olivia’s POV)


    Heather’s eyes widened in disbelief. She hurriedly flipped through the contracts until she saw the signature and seal of Winters Group. Shock shed across her face as recognition dawned.


    “Winters Group… Richard Winters is your…” she stammered.


    I interrupted with a slight smile. “My father.”


    The contract slipped from Heather’s trembling hands. She stared at me, stunned into silence. “You’re the heiress of Winters Group?”


    Having endured so much recently, I no longer saw any reason to keep a low profile.


    “Yes.”


    The simple admission hung in the air between us. I watched as Heather’s expression cycled through shock, disbelief, and finally, dawning horror as she realized the


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    (Olivia’s POV)


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    Before Heather could formte a response, her phone rang. She answered it with


    shaking hands, her eyes never leaving my face.


    “Hello?” she said weakly.


    Even from where I stood, I could hear the panicked voice on the other end. “Supervisor Phillips, what background does yourwyer Winters have? How does she know Rivers Group’s president Connor Rivers? Our Boss Thornton was beaten up by Rivers‘ bodyguardsst night and is now in the hospital! This morning, auditors and tax officers suddenly raided ourpany. They said Connor Rivers ordered it!”


    I couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that curved my lips. Connor had been


    thorough in his retribution.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    At the mention of Connor Rivers, Heather’s face turned ashen. Cold sweat broke out


    on her forehead as she hung up the phone with trembling fingers.


    She <i>looked </i>at me with undisguised dread. “You… you know Rivers Group’s president?”


    I crossed my arms, meeting her gaze with icyposure. “Yes, he’s my fiancé. The ‘sugar daddy with the Bentley‘ from your recent gossip.”


    Fear chilled Heather <i>to </i>the bone. Her voice trembled as she struggled to form words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were engaged to President Rivers…”


    The pathetic apology was <i>too </i>little, toote. I had endured weeks of her subtle undermining, her favoritism toward others, her willingness to throw me to wolves like


    Harold and Dous.


    “Now <i>you </i>know,” I replied coldly, turning to leave. “I expect those contracts to be processed immediately.”


    (Heather’s POV)


    Barely had Olivia left when I frantically grabbed my phone, scrolling to find Vanessa Reed’s number. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely dial.


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    “Miss Reed,” I blurted when she answered, “is Olivia Winters really Connor’s fiancée?”


    Vanessa’s tone was impatient, bored even. “Can you say something useful? I don’t


    have time for your nonsense.”


    Her non–denial was confirmation enough. Cold dread settled in my stomach as I


    realized the depth of the trap I’d fallen into.


    “You told me to target her without saying she was Connor’s fiancée,” I used, panic rising in my voice. “Now I’m screwed. You have to help me!”


    Vanessa’sugh was cruel. “i***t. If she wasn’t his fiancée, why would I bother? Help you? I don’t have that kind of time.”


    (Heather’s POV)


    Desperation made me bold. “If you don’t, I’ll tell Connor everything you made me do! You don’t want him knowing your dirty tricks, do you?”


    There was a dangerous pause on the other end of the line. When Vanessa spoke again, her voice had dropped to a venomous whisper.


    “<i>Are </i><i>you </i>threatening me, Phillips?”


    I swallowed hard but pressed on. Connor Rivers was the most powerful Alpha in Riverdale–his wrath would destroy mepletely. I had to shift some of the me.


    “I’m just saying we’re <i>both </i>in trouble if he finds out,” I insisted. “You need to help me


    fix this.”


    Vanessa’s contempt was palpable. “Whatever,” she snapped before hanging up.


    (Heather’s <i>POV</i>)


    Panic wed at my throat as I stared at the silent phone. Vanessa had abandoned me to face Connor Rivers‘ wrath alone. My career, my reputation, perhaps even my


    safety were now at risk.