Olivia made a beeline for his desk and dropped the coffee mug
ceremoniously in front of him. Alexander didn’t look up from
the files he was reading or say anything to acknowledge her
presence. So, she took it as a cue to leave.
“Wait,” Alexander called just as she turned to leave.
She stopped moving and faced him, but Alexander didn’t use
words. Instead, he just pointed at his left cheek. Olivia didn’t
understand. Was he asking for a peck on the cheek? The
spreadsheet didn’t say anything about that.
Olivia watched in horror as Alexander rose to his feet and
walked over to her. Then, he leaned in and brushed her cheek
with his thumb.
When he brought the finger down, she noticed a brown stain
on his skin. Olivia wanted to kick herself.
“I’m just reminding you to do the right thing. Stop being stupid.”
Olivia felt her eyes begin to twitch. This man was going to send
her to the psych ward one day. Alexander always seemed to
overexaggerate every single thing. In fact, she was certain that
he was only trying to get back at her for what had happened
earlier.
<b>Chapter </b>993
The only thing she could do was to return <b>to </b>her office. <b>But </b>
she’d barely sat down when Gai pushed her door open. <b>“</b><b>We </b>
have a meeting by 11:00.”
“But that’s in five minutes. What am I going to do there?”
“Well, since it’s your first day, just take notes for now. We’ll
familiarize you with the process pretty soon!”
Olivia nodded. She grabbed her notepad and headed into the
conference room, doing just as Gai had suggested when the
meeting began. But with so many employees, and judging by
the fact that Olivia had no idea what they were discussing, even
taking notes proved to be a difficult task.
But after the meeting ended, when Olivia thought she could
retreat to the privacy of her office, Alexander stopped her and
Gai.
“I need the both of you to apany me to a luncheon,” he said,
already moving, giving neither of them a choice.
Gai frowned as he followed his Alpha. “Is it the one with
Jonah?”
Alexander shook his head. “It’s with the real este mogul. What’s
his name again?”
“Ben Wilde.”
Chapter 9)
<b>“</b><b>Exactly</b><b>. </b><b>We </b><b>need </b><b>to </b><b>discuss </b>the joint <b>resort </b><b>project</b><b>. </b><b>It </b><b>was </b>
<b>signed </b>before I took office. I think I’d like to revise <b>the </b><b>contract </b>
The men talked as they walked, but Olivia and her wolf<b>, </b><b>Yve</b><b>, </b>
were sulking on the inside.
They all filed into the SUV, and soon enough they arrived at
Vre, the most exclusive and expensive restaurant in the city.
The ma?tre d‘ led them into a private room, but when they
walked in, three heads turned to face them.
Korbin, the vice president of Green group, sat at the far right.
Felix, Chole’s big brother was by his side. Andst, but certainly
not least, the man with thergest re in the room… Ethan
Hawthorne.
Alexander was no fool. This meeting wasn’t about the joint
resort at all. Ben was only here as a lobbyist. Olivia on the other
hand couldn’t shake off the anxiety that hit her the moment her
eyes locked with Ethan’s.
Chapter 78: The righteous are innocent.
*Author*
Olivia could feel the less than subtle nces that were thrown
her way. She knew what they were all thinking. It was
scandalous that she was here with Alexander when her ex-
husband was on the other side of the table.
<b>But </b><b>then </b><b>Alexander’s </b><b>words </b><b>came </b><b>back </b><b>to </b>her: The righteous <b>always </b>innocent, and the upright are not <b>afraid </b><b>of </b><b>a </b><b>crooked </b>shadow.
She recognized what was at stake. Whatever these people thought about her didn’t matter. More importantly, she would not embarrass Alexander.
Olivia and Gai took their ce at opposite ends of the table, and Alexander soon settled down beside her. Gai leaned in over the table and started whispering to Olivia. He needed to inform her that Ben Wilde had a reputation for pressing alcohol on his guests, and they would need each other’s support in order to gracefully decline.
As if summoned by their conversation, Ben Wilde, a tall man
with a protruding belly, who looked to be about fifty years old
entered the room. A young, slender woman followed behind
him, looking like he’d had to chase after Ben.
“Well, well,” Ben dered as he sat down next to Alexander.
“Looks like we have someters who need to be properly
punished. And we all know there’s only one suitable
punishment… a good drink to loosen everyone up!”
He pped his hands, and his secretary rushed from forward
from her position on the wall. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the table and quickly filled up her boss’s ss before doing the
same for Alexander.