Chapter 341

Olivia sensed the hidden meaning behind Donovan's words, but she chose not to dwell on it. If the masked man truly meant her harm, he would have used his financial power and influence directly instead of playing games with inferior products.

Though the masked man's true motives remained a mystery, Olivia understood that with such unpredictable individuals, compliance was often the safest path.

"I know what I'm doing," Olivia reassured Donovan. "As you can see, he's not someone easily deceived. Your methods might only provoke him. I'll be returning to Eldermere soon. With the Kensington family's support, I have nothing to fear."

The determination in Olivia's eyes slightly eased Donovan's worries, but he still wanted to argue further when a sharp knock interrupted them.

"Who is it?" Donovan asked sharply, turning toward the door.

A cheerful male voice responded, "Excuse me, is Olivia Sinclair here? My master requests her presence."

As Donovan moved to dismiss the visitor, Olivia caught his wrist, shaking her head subtly. She cleared her throat. "I'm here. Perfect timing - I wanted to express my gratitude personally."

The door swung open to reveal the masked man entering with Oliver Hart.

"No thanks necessary. Though your cousin seems rather hostile toward me. I might have been thrown out if not for playing the hero," the masked man remarked. Though his face remained hidden, a slight curl of his lips betrayed his irritation.

Donovan's expression darkened, his eyes turning icy. "Can't you see her condition? She needs rest, not disturbances."

The masked man remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed on Olivia.

"Donovan," Olivia said hesitantly, "I need to speak with him briefly. Don't worry. Our family's security is outside, and this is a Kensington-owned hospital. He wouldn't dare try anything."

After a long, wary look at the masked man, Donovan finally left the room, though his concern was palpable.

"Thank you for saving me. I owe you a debt. Name your price - if it's within my power, consider it done," Olivia said earnestly.

The masked man remained silent, his gaze inscrutable.

Olivia swallowed hard. "Or perhaps... you have a specific way you'd like me to repay you?"

The masked man settled into a chair with regal grace, as if it were a throne. "Olivia, you finally understand. As your savior, it's only fitting I dictate the terms of your repayment, don't you agree?"

A flicker of unease crossed Olivia's face. Her fingers twitched slightly. "Please, Mr. Jack, tell me what you want."

Mr. Jack took his time, rhythmically tapping the armrest, making the seconds stretch into minutes. Ten agonizing minutes passed.

Olivia's palms grew damp. She prided herself on her composure, but Mr. Jack was clearly toying with her, and it was working.