Wayne snapped his fingers in front of Olivia. "Snap out of it. What''s on


    your mind?"


    Olivia returned to reality and found an excuse as she looked at Wayne.


    "I was just marveling at how prestigious your identity is."


    “You''ve found out?" Wayne inquired.


    “I heard someone address you as the president. Your free ess to


    Dexim City, your private jet, and this pce—I guessed as much quite


    some time ago," Olivia confessed. She''d be foolish to pretend any


    further.


    Seeing herposed expression, Wayne remarked, “If you know who I


    am, aren''t you afraid of me? Others fear me to death."


    "I was scared at first. But if you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn''t


    have waited till now. So, I''m not afraid. Besides, didn''t you say you''d


    reward me once I''ve cured you?" Olivia reasoned.


    No wonder her attitude toward him had softened. It was all for money.


    Wayne huffed coldly. "So, you love money that much?"


    "I doubt there''s anyone in the world who doesn''t like money. Besides,


    with this money, I can provide afortable life for my children. Don''t


    worry, I''ll take good care of you," Olivia assured him, giving a noble


    reason for her change in attitude.


    In Wayne''s eyes, she was merely a fragile mother striving for her


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    "By the way, do you need a body massage? You must be exhausted


    these days," Olivia offered.


    Wayne nced at her. "That''s kind of you. Weren''t you indifferent


    toward me before?"


    Olivia rubbed her hands together. "Um, if I do a bit more, could you


    perhaps pay me a bit more?"


    "Money-grubber,"” Wayne muttered under his breath before he sat up.


    He then added, "That depends on your performance.”


    Olivia was fully focused on pleasing him. His arm wound had healed,


    so she had no reservations about removing his jacket.


    Hey in the middle of therge bed. To undress him better, Olivia


    removed her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled before him. Her


    fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt.


    Wayne suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Is this how you attend to your


    man?"


    Olivia paused for a moment before responding, "Yes."


    She removed his shirt, positioning him to lie down. Her strength and


    technique were just right, making Wayne envious of the man who


    enjoyed her daily service.


    Olivia''s hands glided from his shoulders down to his fingertips,


    massaging each one meticulously. When her fingers intertwined with


    his, Wayne''s heart skipped a beat.


    He observed their linked fingers, thinking of the phrase “intertwined


    fingers". But soon, Olivia moved her hand away to massage his other


    arm.


    As before, Olivia naturally suggested, "You should take off the ring. It


    makes it difficult for me to massage properly."


    Though the man was captivated by the touch of her hands, his mind


    was still present.


    "No need to massage this hand," he stated.


    "Fine by me," Olivia quickly agreed, not giving herself away.


    Sure enough, Wayne treasured that ring immensely, giving her no


    opportunity to touch it.


    Olivia was determined in her heart. She didn''t believe Wayne would


    never take off the ring! She was sure to find an opportunity to take it.


    After afortable massage and removing all the silver needles, Olivia


    noticed he had fallen asleep.


    Wayne''s breathing was even. The dark circles under his eyes indicated


    how busy he had been these days.


    What were her chances if she were to slip off his ring now?


    Olivia deliberately dropped a needle near his hand. Just as she


    touched his little finger, Wayne woke up abruptly.


    He pulled her down and pinned her beneath him before gripping her


    neck with his hand.