Chapter 292

Olivia immediately shook her head, her expression firm as she declined the company. She needed solitude.

The Kensington estate was impenetrable. Even Seraphina, with all her malice, wouldn't risk making a move here.

Olivia was right about that much. But while physical harm was off the table, Seraphina had other, more subtle schemes in motion.

Word of Olivia's isolation traveled swiftly to Julian.

A slow, calculating smile spread across Julian's face as he turned to Seraphina. "This is our opening. I've been searching for the perfect opportunity - fate has delivered it to us."

Seraphina bit her lip, uncertainty flashing in her eyes. "Are you absolutely certain this will work, Julian?"

His expression darkened. "You're missing the strategic advantage here. I wouldn't waste my time on a lost cause. Yes, Donovan and Alistair favor Olivia, but as you've said yourself - she's an imposter. They're clinging to any semblance of family legacy. But you? You're Alistair's true granddaughter. Your lineage is undisputed, and your delicate health is well-documented. Find a secluded spot, provoke her into an argument, then collapse dramatically. I'll arrive just in time to 'save' you. The family will see Olivia for the viper she is."

Though doubts lingered, Seraphina acquiesced under Julian's impatient glare.

At least Julian would be there, she told herself. That was some comfort - better than facing this alone.

She stood abruptly, smoothing the expensive fabric of her designer gown with irritation. "I should never have worn this dress. All this effort wasted on an outfit for a performance."

Their eyes met in silent understanding. "Julian," she said quietly, "don't fail me."

His answering smile was thin but reassuring. "I won't."

As Olivia stepped into the hallway, she nearly collided with Winston.

The butler approached with urgency. "Miss Sinclair, Mr. Donovan Kensington requests your presence immediately. Would you spare him a moment?"

Confusion flickered across Olivia's face, but she nodded in agreement.

Winston led her to a private study where Donovan waited, an ornate lacquered box resting beside him. His expression was unreadable.

With a gesture, Donovan indicated the box.

Olivia shook her head, quickly typing on her phone. "You've all been too generous already. I can't accept more gifts. My gratitude is enough."

Donovan's response was firm. "This isn't from me. An anonymous benefactor insisted it be delivered privately."

A flutter of anticipation stirred in Olivia's chest. "Someone I know?" she typed, curiosity winning over hesitation.

Donovan gave a solemn nod. "The choice is yours. I can return it unopened. But if you accept, there's a message to deliver."

Olivia's fingers hovered over the box's clasp. She thought she knew who had sent it.