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 ming 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 urred to her that


    Everly waste because she was changing in the car.


    Everly walked over with a pair of exaggerated sses 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.”


    “Liv! Wait for me!” Everly called after Olivia.


    She approached Brent, stopped right before him, and removed her shades. “Did you piss Liv off


    again?”


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    Brent was never one toment on women’s clothing, but this time…


    “Do you think Treasure Trove is a nightclub? Are you going to dance in this?”


    Everly was a short–tempered person, and she was already unhappy with Ethan. Seeing his henchman


    here made her even more annoyed.


    “When you die, I’m going to dance on your grave in this dress.”


    Brent didn’t bother arguing with her and simply said, “Come with me.”


    However, Everly took out her invitation letter and said smugly, “No thanks. I have my own invitation.”


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


    building.


    Her father had enjoyeding here. He didn’t have much interest in anything, but he liked collecting


    antiques.


    When the Fordhams had been wealthy, they’d had a broad collection of antiques at home, ranging from


    valuables from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance Era. Not many knew that Jeff also liked to paint


    and carve in his free time.


    As Olivia walked through the baroque–style hallways, she noticed that several of the antiques


    disyed in the ss cabs looked rather familiar. They had once been her father’s treasures.


    A wooden statuette with a small line of indents on one of its arms caught her eye. It was the one she’d


    bitten after her father had pulled her leg, saying that it was made of chocte.


    She’d only been six years old at the time, and she’d thought all her teeth would fall out after she’d


    bitten it. Now, she found it cute and funny with those indents.


    Tears welled up in her eyes as a wave of nostalgia engulfed her.


    She stood rooted to the spot before the ss cab, staring at the statuette, reluctant to leave.


    After a while, she finally snapped out of her daze. She turned away from the cab, reminding herself


    of why she was here


    today.


    As she looked away, her gaze locked with Ethan’s, who was also standing in front of the stage. He


    looked dashing in a pitch – ck wool coat that outlined his slim and fit figure.


    He stared directly at her, his eyes like two deep, bottomless pits. He looked away after a short while.


    “Excuse me.” Olivia walked past him as if they were mere strangers.


    Not long after that, Marina came to him, beaming. “Ethan, why are you here?”


    Calista, who was beside her, chimed in, saying, “Of course he’s here because of you. You two love


    each other so much that you