Chapter 883

Olivia quickly won everyone over with her friendly demeanor, charming smile, and elegant manners. They invited her to sit, and soon, she was happily chatting with the women around her. Claude was initially worried that Olivia might struggle to fit in. But seeing her easily mingle made him smile, appreciating this new, sociable side of her he hadn't seen before. A man next to Claude nudged him, interrupting his thoughts. "What's going on?" he asked, curious. Claude noticed the envious glances from the women directed not at him but at the man next to him. "She's a friend," he responded casually. "What friend? I don't remember you having a friend like her." Claude just picked up his wine and chuckled. "Think whatever you want," he said, a hint of mystery in his voice that seemed both ambiguous and romantic. The friend rolled his eyes, and Claude decided not to explain any further. After a while, Olivia began distributing her business card. "I'm the president of Angel Foundation. W