Chapter 17: The Design Drafts

The two curious bystanders, upon realizing it was Oliver speaking, quickly shook their heads, terrified. "Mr. Oliver, we apologize..." But before they could finish, Oliver cut them off. "Get lost." Without another word, the two people hurriedly fled the scene. With the tense atmosphere broken by the exchange, Alison timidly opened her eyes. She couldn’t understand why Oliver seemed so intent on making her life difficult. "What exactly do you want? I’ve already said I’m sorry; that night was truly an accident..." Oliver had no interest in her apologies. His voice remained cold as he issued his command. "Did you forget what I said last night? Don’t make me repeat myself. Gather your things and head to the north gate. Eric will be there to take you to the villa." His tone left no room for refusal. To Oliver, there was only one option for Alison—to obey and return. Alison had no desire to argue with him anymore. She knew that whatever she said, Oliver wouldn’t listen. In his min