Chapter 351

The butler's expression turned grave as he played along with her charade. "While Mr. Whitmore is respectable, we can't vouch for others. Miss, he was probably deceived. That woman lacks all decency. Not only does she parade as a kept woman, but she also spends your fiancé's fortune recklessly. And the audacity - openly provoking you like this!"

The live stream audience erupted in fury at their staged conversation, demanding to see this shameless mistress for themselves.

Inside Private Room No. 2, Olivia remained blissfully unaware she was being branded a mistress.

The antique harp arrived at their private room. Oliver carefully cradled the velvet-wrapped instrument, preparing to leave when Mr. Blackwood's sharp glance stopped him.

Understanding the unspoken command, Oliver hesitated before reluctantly placing the priceless harp before Olivia.

Startled, Olivia waved her hands in protest. "Mr. Blackwood, I can't possibly accept this."

He barely glanced at the harp, his tone deliberately casual. "Keep it. Just a few million. Trivial amount."

Her eyes widened. "You paid fifty million! Even if you insist, I won't take it."

Mr. Blackwood studied her earnest face before chuckling. "Wait. I haven't finished. Recall that business matter I needed your help with? If it doesn't yield fifty million profit next month, you'll cover the difference. Difficult task, but you agreed. Perhaps reconsider accepting this harp."

Assuming he was serious, Olivia gritted her teeth. "Why mention this only now?"

With an unrepentant shrug, he replied, "Slipped my mind earlier. Consider the harp my apology. You do remember owing me a life debt, yes? Don't tell me you regret our agreement now."

His words choked back her immediate refusal.

Taking a steadying breath, Olivia snatched the harp from the table and signaled her bodyguard to wheel her out.

Once Olivia departed, Oliver muttered bitterly, "You bankrupt yourself to please her, then disguise it with your twisted words. Why bother?"

Mr. Blackwood coolly lifted Oliver's collar. "One more word and you'll train under Sebastian in Valtierra until you collapse." Oliver immediately sealed his lips.

Fuming, Olivia returned home. Having trusted Mr. Blackwood's words, her frustration simmered. Yet she felt powerless. Were all wealthy men this manipulative? Doubts crept in. Perhaps Mr. Blackwood wasn't Liam after all. Liam would never treat her this way, no matter the circumstances.

At the villa, Alistair and Isabelle were playing in the gardens. Isabelle's voice had nearly returned, though she still preferred silence. Their radiant happiness was unmistakable, the joyful scene perfectly visible from Olivia's balcony vantage point.