Chapter 315

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Seraphina Kensington scoffed, her lips curling into a mocking smirk. "Are you serious? You claim to know the owner of this exhibition? Then why didn’t you mention it earlier? Pathetic attempt at bluffing."

Her skepticism was palpable, her sharp gaze locked onto Olivia Sinclair with undisguised disdain.

In truth, Seraphina and Margaret had been warned upon arrival that the private room was reserved. But Seraphina, accustomed to the privileges of the Kensington name, had brushed it off with the arrogance of someone who had never been denied anything.

In their world, few dared to oppose the Kensingtons. Even if they weren’t welcomed warmly, outright defiance was rare. Seraphina smirked, convinced she had caught Olivia in a lie.

"Olivia, if you’re so desperate to admire the pieces here, stop making up stories. I might even put in a good word for you when the owner arrives," she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension.

Margaret rolled her eyes, her impatience evident. "Don’t waste your breath. She won’t appreciate it. Just have her removed. Her presence alone is ruining my mood."

Olivia’s expression darkened, the warmth in her eyes replaced by a chilling resolve. She had tolerated their insults, willing to let their initial hostility slide.

But their relentless arrogance had crossed a line. Enough was enough.

Seraphina faltered slightly under Olivia’s icy glare. The once-submissive woman from the Kensington household had changed—especially after the birth of her daughter. Confidence radiated from her now, an aura of quiet power that unsettled Seraphina.

There was something unnervingly familiar about Olivia in that moment, though Seraphina couldn’t place it.

Without another word, Olivia pulled out her phone and dialed reception. "Send security up immediately," she commanded, her voice cold. "There are two troublemakers causing a disturbance. Escort them out. They’re upsetting me."

She hung up, turning her back on them with deliberate indifference.

Margaret’s face twisted in fury. "Who do you think you are, ordering us around? Just because you bullied people in the Kensington family doesn’t mean you can command everyone here!" she shrieked, her voice rising with every word.

She plopped onto the sofa, arms crossed defiantly, her posture radiating arrogance. "I’d like to see you try to make me leave!"

Then her gaze flicked to Isabelle, Olivia’s quiet daughter. A cruel smirk twisted her lips as she aimed her next barb. "Your daughter must be just as shameless and arrogant as you are."

The words struck like a blade.

Olivia’s eyes turned glacial, a dangerous glint flashing within them—something darker, sharper than before.

Margaret barely had time to register the change before security arrived. Without hesitation, they seized both women by the arms, preparing to drag them out.

Seraphina’s bravado shattered into panic.

"What are you doing? Do you know who we are?" she shrieked, struggling against their grip. "We’re Kensingtons! How dare you listen to her? Release us now, or you’ll regret it!"

Her protests fell on deaf ears.

The guards remained unmoved, their grip unyielding.

Olivia didn’t spare them another glance.

The door slammed shut behind them, sealing their humiliation.

Silence settled over the room.

Olivia exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing Isabelle’s hair gently.

No one insulted her daughter and walked away unscathed.

No one.