Ethan thought, ‘Mr. Shea is pure trouble wrapped in a handsome face. Being the object of his affection, Ms. Summers is rather pitiable.‘

Several female ssmates gathered around Ethan, and one of them asked, “Do you know that handsome guy?”

Ethan nodded.

The girl pressed, “Is he pursuing Olivia?”

Attending sses was already exhausting, so girls relied on watching dramas unfold online to pass the time.

Ethan replied, “I suppose so.” He thought, ‘Working nonstop for over ten hours just to deliver a cake to Ms. Sumners–Mr. Shea must be pursuing her, right?‘

The girl became visibly excited. She said, “He is really something, daring to go after Olivia. I guess what they say is right: brave people get to enjoy the world first.”

Although it was their first time meeting Olivia, they had observed her actions that morning withplete rity. Olivia had now be an idol for many young girls.

In their eyes, Olivia was both beautiful and coolly charismatic, maintained dignity without arrogance or servility, and boldly spoke out against injustice–she truly was the ultimate strong female protagonist.

Ethan was confused. He began to doubt his ability to understand what people were saying. He could only tell that the girl wasn’t praising Andrew.

Olivia took small bites of her cake while Andrew watched from the side.

Olivia said, “The cake is indeed quite good.”

The delicate mousse harmoniously blended multipleyers of tartness and sweetness. The blueberry pieces were plump,plemented by handcrafted blueberry sauce. The sweetness was precisely bnced, ensuring a pleasant taste without any cloying aftertaste.

Olivia spooned up bite after bite until her stomach felt pleasantly full. The crowd kept swelling, and their stares grated on her–she hated being watched while she ate. To her, dining was private, and the scrutiny made her skin crawl.

Olivia looked directly at Andrew and asked, “Aren’t you eating?”

Andrew handed a napkin to her and said, “My stomach is weak; I cannot eat cakes. Why have you stopped eating? Do you not like it?”

Olivia took the napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth. She said, “I like it very much, but it’s best not to eat too much—being about eighty percent full is ideal. Let’s take the rest back for Sean to eat.”

Andrew said, “As long as you like it.”

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Olivia pushed her own te of dravioli toward him, indicating that he should have some.

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The ravioli was wonderfully savory, and the warm broth was soothing–perfect for someone with a sensitive. stomach.

Andrew picked up the spoon and drank a few mouthfuls of soup.

Seeing this, Ethan’s jaw almost dropped in astonishment. He grumbled inwardly, ‘Didn’t Mr. Shea say he wouldn’t eat with others? Howe he shares a te of ravioli with Ms. Summers?‘

Ethan took a photo and sent it to Jenny.

Jenny transferred 70 thousand to David with the note: [Well done–your bonus.]

Ethan restrained himself from crying out. He thought, ‘It is 70 thousand. Ms. Sheab, /bI want to work for you for my whole life.

Andrew asked, “Did you find your exam difficult?”

Olivia leaned back and replied, “It’s all right. Just scribbled something.” If not for the sake of Grace’s feelings, she would not havee here and wasted her time at all.

Andrew nced at the shrimp in her bowl, recalling the scene of Curtis and Olivia talking andughing together.

His thoughts churned, his jaw tightened, and a trace of anger appeared on his otherwise cool andposed face. He asked, “Are you familiar with Curtis?”

He knew Olivia was fiercely guarded, quick to tense whenever a stranger breached her space. Yet she’d sat down to eat with Curtis, even letting him peel shrimp for her. fn2f93 Checktest chapters at Find_Novel(./fn2f93

After what he’d witnessed at the Shea family’s party, Andrew couldn’t help but read too much into it.

Immediately afterward, he blurted out, “That Curtis is cunning beneath his polished manners–he’s a scoundrel at heart. He’s not right for you. Your taste isn’t that bad, is it?”

Olivia rested her chin on her hand in contemtion. She then asked, “You think I like Curtis?” Suddenly, she leaned in closer to Andrew, forcing him to meet her gaze.

She added, “Curtis is good–looking, has a good physique, and his family background is decent–he’s definitely a good catch.”

Andrew’s smile faded, and there was a chill in his voice as he said, “He is good.” He thought, ‘That damn Curtis. In a moment, I will have Jenny hack into hispany’s security system.

Noticing that Andrew’s face darkened with anger, Olivia let out a smallugh and said, “But he is not my type.”

She propped her chin on her hand, staring at him with a self–satisfied smile. She added, “It’s just that Troy’s gracious invitation was hard to refuse, so I let Curtis join me for a meal.”

Truth was, she felt more rxed and natural with Andrew than she ever did with Curtis.

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Only then did the dark cloud on Andrew’s face dissipate a little. He thought, ‘So that’s how it is. I was just so rude–it didn’t even sound like me. All that gossip got under my skin.

Olivia suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, do you have any nster?”

Andrew raised his wrist and nced at the time. He replied, “Yes, but attendance is optional. Is something the matter?” He had a few business meetings to attend, but he figured he could just have Ethan cancel them.

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the cake and said, “Go meet Donald. Some matters need to be confirmed.”

She felt that Donald knew something else about her origins. However, since Donald was held by the Summers family, it would indeed be somewhat improper to go there rashly on her own. So she asked Andrew to go with her.

Andrew immediately understood Olivia’s intention and nodded slightly. He said, “All right, I will go with you.” He then took out his phone and called Charles.

Charles nced at the caller and answered the phone. He said, “Mr. Shea, what’s wrong? Hurry up; the meeting starts in five minutes.”

Andrew said, “I want to summon Donald for questioning. Just letting you know.”

Charles replied, “Is that all? If you need to interrogate him, just go ahead—there’s no need to ask me specifically. It’s not like the Summers family doesn’t know you. Just don’t mess him up for me.”

Edward insisted that Donald must still know something about Ivy, so he would not allow anyone to have him killed. Otherwise, Charles would not have let Donald live until now.

bAD /b

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