Chapter 320

Most members of the Kensington family remained oblivious to Olivia's accomplishments.

To them, Olivia was merely a reckless spender who constantly avoided family gatherings.

Some staff members even gossiped that Olivia's new lifestyle had inflated her ego. They speculated she routinely dumped little Isabelle on Alistair or Donovan while she went out to enjoy herself.

Olivia never bothered explaining herself. She'd learned that others' opinions didn't define her reality. What truly mattered was protecting Isabelle's safety and happiness under her care.

Wearing a delicate silver mask, Olivia strode through the grand hall flanked by security. The auction venue buzzed with anticipation as guests mingled beneath crystal chandeliers.

Whispers trailed Olivia like shadows as she moved through the crowd. "That's the woman running this entire operation? She looks too young to be a mother."

"I've only seen her from afar, but that posture screams confidence."

"How does someone so young manage such an empire? There must be someone else pulling strings."

"Don't be ridiculous. She's clearly more capable than half the men in this room."

Back in her private office, Olivia settled Isabelle with a coloring book before turning to Lucas Bennett, her head steward. "You said this required my personal attention?"

Lucas bowed slightly. "Yes, Miss Sinclair. The situation involves our VIP Room No.1."

Olivia's fingers stilled on her desk. "The Kensington family reserved it? Or perhaps royalty?"

"Neither." Lucas's expression darkened. "A solo guest. That's not the concerning part." He lowered his voice. "He claims to have purchased a defective item from us last month - insists it's counterfeit. He's already deposited fifty million and provided asset verification. Only after securing the private suite did he reveal his true intentions. This is deliberate sabotage, Miss Sinclair."

This was unprecedented. Even flawed items didn't automatically indicate counterfeits. Lucas had handled hundreds of disputes, but this guest was different - he'd played the long game, gaining VIP status before striking.

Those who accessed Room No.1 represented their most valued clientele. Any mishandling could tarnish their reputation irreparably. They needed to resolve this flawlessly, leaving no room for complaint.

With no alternatives, Lucas had summoned Olivia.

Olivia tapped her fingers against the armrest, mentally reviewing potential adversaries. "Let's go assess the situation," she decided.

Lucas hesitated. "Miss Sinclair, are you certain? The guest seems... volatile."