15 Spellbinding Smile

"Now let go of my foot before I accidentally stamp my heel on your face," Olivia said as she freed herself from Selena's crooked finger. She stood up and held out her glass so Yana could collect it from her. She drew a helpless breath and pulled up Selena off the floor and said, "I said... you are not off the hook yet. You owe me a life, accident or not; however, I am no God, so I cannot punish you. I can only collect debts plus interests and honestly, I don't even need to lift a finger at all. All I have to do is watch Lance make a single mistake after another, and enjoy the view as his towering ego crumble down along with his billion-dollar company."

Olivia took pleasure in seeing Selena's resolve evaporate into thin air the longer she spoke. A glint of disdain flashed in Olivia's eyes as if she could see the gears inside Selena's head turn. Remembering the report she received after her visit at the Lin Mansion, her blood started to boil, and the bile from her liver rose up to her throat forcing her to speak her mind, "I'm sorry you got in the wrong room tonight. Make sure not to get in the wrong room again. Men… they like pretty girls like you in their beds. Don't go as far as degrading yourself just to save the love of your life. I used my body for revenge and no matter how much I scrub myself from those filthy touches, the memory is there to remind me where exactly the trail was."

"Of course I won't do that. I'm not like you, Olivia!" Selena bit out, earning a soft scornful laugh from Olivia with her head shaking from side to side.

Hypocrites. The thing about them was how they built their own double-standards. Believing that whatever they do was for the common cause. Selena, the girl with the big doe eyes hid far more darker secrets than Olivia did. The former's spellbinding smile, it could make you smile too, was no different than an evil smile.

A few steps away from the door, Olivia turned around to face Selena. Her mocking smile an elegant finishing touch to her scathing gaze. "I knew what you did to my old man to make him shred that prenuptial agreement. I just want to let you know that I have eyes," Olivia warned as she pointed to one security camera and drew a line to the next one on the adjacent corner. "Olivia's eyes."

On the way out, Olivia darted her sight onto Yana's name pin before staring at the little lass's eyes. "My offer stands up until the clock's hand strikes eight tomorrow morning." Yana responded with a 45-degree angle bow and watched Olivia's retreating shadow on the carpet. Now she didn't have to think things through because that definitely was not an offer but an edict. She straightened her back and sighed. After all that she witnessed tonight, she knew Olivia would not be an easy master to serve; however, the butterflies in her stomach was telling her something else from the mixture of curiosity and excitement plus a sprinkle of reverence that stirred in her stomach.

Yana glanced at Selena who stood frozen, her knuckles turning white from clenching with too much force. "Madam, let me lead you to the way out," Yana offered, but the truth was, she was trying to politely tell Selena to leave so she could clean this place because the longer Selena stays, the longer it would be before she could clock out and go home. The vision of her comfy bed waiting for her was starting to drain the remaining ounce of energy left in her body. She needed to sleep. She needed to prepare for her new boss. She needed to be ready for a force named Olivia Lin.

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Rockaway Tower

Olivia strutted in the main lobby towards the direction of the elevators. The hairs on her skin started to rise when she realized how deserted the place was. Upon reaching the elevators, she saw him. She could not help but marvel at how easy it was for her to fish him out of the sea. Of course, she knew who he was from their short phone call. His voice alone told her she was speaking to the guy whose name she'd been hearing the whole day.

Maxen Victor Eton Sui. Heir apparent to King Alistair of Nisia. Father and son were the remaining male descendants of the royal family in the country.

"Waiting for someone?" Olivia asked, her head tilted to the side, breaking Maxen from his fixation. Moments ago, his hands were dipped in his pockets as he scrutinized the tip of his espresso-colored leather oxford shoes.

"You're more beautiful than I imagined. Exquisite would be the word," Maxen pulled all the air in his lungs and uttered the only words he could think of when his eyes laid upon Olivia.

"Thank you, Max," Olivia replied with a sweet smile on her face. Maxen, in turn, smiled back when he heard Olivia call him by that three-letter name. He told her earlier to call him Max. A name that would solely belong to Olivia Lin.