Olivia's POV

 &quot;What are you gossiping about? How dare you discuss CEO Hawthorne's personal life? Get back to work!&quot; I snapped.

 The employees quickly stopped talking and returned to their tasks, working diligently once again.

 I returned to my desk, closed my eyes for a moment, and the bitterness in my heart grew.

 I knew I had been nothing more than a pawn for someone else yesterday.

 Vivienne Sinclair!

 Just thinking about the scene in the elevator earlier made my nails almost snap from the tension.

 At that moment, the phone on my desk rang.

 I glanced at the screen—it was an internal call from the CEO's office.

 I picked up the phone. &quot;Hello, CEO Hawthorne.&quot;

 &quot;Director Olivia, come to my office,&quot; Alexander’s voice was calm, almost distant, with no emotion in it.

 &quot;Okay.&quot;

 I quickly checked myself in the mirror, adjusted my hair by m

Other's POV

 The Blackwoods' Villa.

 The assistant handed over a file. &quot;Sir, the information on Vivienne Sinclair has been gathered. Everything’s here for you to review.&quot;

 &quot;Just leave it,&quot; Miles replied.

 The assistant placed the file on the desk.

 Miles opened it, skimming through a few pages of information.

 The first page contained Vivienne's basic details:

 Name: Vivienne Sinclair.

 Gender: Female.

 Date of Birth: December 2, 2000.

 Father: Maxwell Sinclair.

 Mother: Margaret Stone.

 When Miles saw the name &quot;Margaret Stone,&quot; his eyes narrowed.

 He didn’t bother reading further, quickly flipping to the next page. Sure enough, he found more information about Vivienne’s mother, Margaret Stone.

 The details were outdated, and there was no photograph, but from the other information, Miles was certain this Margaret Stone was the woman he once kne

Alexander's POV

 I recognized the car immediately—one of the Jaguars from my garage.

 I grabbed my coat and walked over.

 Through the windshield, I saw Vivienne leaning back in her seat, arms crossed, watching me with a casual smile.

 I circled the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and slid in. &quot;How long have you been here? Why didn’t you call me?&quot;

 Vivienne started the engine. &quot;Not long. There were people throwing themselves at you earlier. How could you have noticed me?&quot;

 As she parked, I saw Olivia stumble right into his arms. She’d been so caught up in the drama unfolding that calling me hadn’t even crossed her mind.

 I quickly clarified, &quot;I was just helping her up.&quot;

 That night, Olivia had been precise in everything she did—but in the end, she couldn’t keep it together.

 Earlier, in the elevator, I’d noticed Olivia trying to make a m

Olivia's POV

 &quot;What are you gossiping about? How dare you discuss CEO Hawthorne's personal life? Get back to work!&quot; I snapped.

 The employees quickly stopped talking and returned to their tasks, working diligently once again.

 I returned to my desk, closed my eyes for a moment, and the bitterness in my heart grew.

 I knew I had been nothing more than a pawn for someone else yesterday.

 Vivienne Sinclair!

 Just thinking about the scene in the elevator earlier made my nails almost snap from the tension.

 At that moment, the phone on my desk rang.

 I glanced at the screen—it was an internal call from the CEO's office.

 I picked up the phone. &quot;Hello, CEO Hawthorne.&quot;

 &quot;Director Olivia, come to my office,&quot; Alexander’s voice was calm, almost distant, with no emotion in it.

 &quot;Okay.&quot;

 I quickly checked myself in the mirror, adjusted my hair by my ears, and took a deep breath—CEO Hawthorne probably had no idea I was the one who slipped the drug

Chapter 97