Chapter 417: We’re Even Now
After Wesley and the others left, only Victor and Olivia remained in the corridor.
Olivia’s wrist was still held tightly by the man.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, Olivia remained calm and said, “Everyone’s gone, Mr. Leer. You can let go now, I won’t run.”
Victor scrutinized her for a few seconds before slowly releasing his grip.
Olivia frowned and rubbed her sore wrist, taking two steps back. She looked up to meet his gaze, “Is there anything else, Mr. Leer?”
Upon hearing this, Victor’s brow furrowed sharply.
He had saved her, yet she didn’t even thank him and instead asked if he had any other business?
“Miss Prescott, I helped you again, and this is your attitude?” His voice carried a chill.
Olivia’s lips curled into a mocking smile, “Help me? If Mr. Leer truly wanted to help me, you wouldn’t have said those things to Wesley earlier. Mr. Leer was just amusing himself at my expense, there’s no need to dress it up so nicely.”
The air between them suddenly became tense.
Victor’s eyes were filled with anger, but recalling his impulsive words earlier, he found himself unable to argue.
After a moment of silence, Olivia took his silence as acquiescence. The sarcasm on her face grew more pronounced as she nodded at him distantly, “It seems Mr. Leer has had enough fun. I suppose I can leave now.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Just as she turned around, Victor’s deep voice sounded behind her, “What about Ramos?”
Olivia paused slightly and turned back in confusion, “What?”
“Weren’t you compromising with me just to see him? Why didn’t he come to save you earlier?” Victor squinted his eyes, scrutinizing her.
It took Olivia a few seconds to realize that by “Ramos,” he meant Harold.
What did this have to do with her senior?
Seeing her puzzled expression, Victor continued, “Miss Prescott entered the banquet with me and left with Mr. Ramos. I heard you were also entertained by Mr. Shelby. In such a short time, you’ve been with three men. You are quite popular.”
He then looked her up and down and added coldly, “Oh right, and there was Wesley just now. Miss Prescott is more popular than I imagined.”
Hearing him use Wesley to provoke her, Olivia’s face gradually darkened, “Are you spying on me?”
She had appeared at the banquet with Harold for only a few minutes, during which Victor should have been entertaining his clients. It was impossible for him to notice them unless those clients didn’t exist at all!
Thinking of this, Olivia felt a surge of suspicion.
Victor sneered coldly, “Miss Prescott is so noticeable and attended the event with me. Naturally, people would talk about you. Do I need to spy on you specifically? Or does Miss Prescott think she’s special enough for me to monitor?”
His words implied that Olivia was being self-indulgent.
Olivia’s eyes trembled slightly as a wave of self-mockery washed over her.
Indeed, what was there in her relationship with Victor worth monitoring?
Perhaps he had just happened to see her with Harold.
Moreover, their appearance together at the banquet did cause quite a stir, his explanation wasn’t entirely implausible.
With that thought, Olivia’s emotions gradually calmed down. She lowered her eyes and spoke softly, “If that’s the case, I misunderstood you, Mr. Leer. But given how you treated me earlier, we’re even now.”