Chapter 354

Olivia's assistant swiftly knocked the document from Victor's grasp, sending it crashing to the marble floor. With an icy glare, she snapped, "How dare you make such preposterous demands? You should consider it a privilege that Ms. Sinclair even agreed to this meeting."

Victor's knuckles turned white as his hands clenched into fists. Though his lips curved into a smile, his voice carried dangerous undertones. "Olivia, your assistant seems to have forgotten her place. Surely you'll correct this... oversight?"

Olivia tilted her head, her crimson lips curling in disdain. "Forgotten her place? She merely speaks the truth I'm too polite to voice. I offered you the chance to cooperate and apologize, yet you squandered it. Without my summons, you wouldn't even be worthy to breathe the same air as me. You disgust me."

As she swept past him, Olivia deliberately shouldered Victor aside. This confrontation had been calculated - she'd known he wouldn't surrender easily. Gauging his reaction was crucial for planning her next move. Now that Victor had abandoned all pretense of civility, she saw no reason to maintain hers. He should be grateful she hadn't unleashed her full vengeance upon returning.

The moment Olivia settled into her car, her phone rang with Isabelle's sweet voice. "Mommy, where are you?"

As the car pulled away, Olivia watched the cityscape blur past her window, her tense expression softening. "I'll be home soon, darling. Keep Great-grandfather company until I arrive."

Isabelle's cheerful promise was followed by concern. "Please hurry back! The weather report says rain's coming. Great-grandfather says getting wet makes people sick. And he wants you to call Aunt Vivienne - he says she needs to come home."

Olivia's throat tightened before she could respond. A metallic screech tore through the air as the car lurched violently.

"Jesus Christ!" The driver's panicked shout pierced the cabin. "The brakes are gone!"

The mountain road's steep drop loomed beside them. Even if they avoided plunging off the cliff, the winding descent promised disaster.

Olivia's head snapped forward with a sickening crack against the window. The world swam before her eyes as warm blood trickled down her temple.

Through the chaos of squealing tires came Isabelle's terrified screams over the phone. Olivia fought to form comforting words, but her lips refused to obey.

Suddenly, blinding headlights flooded the interior. A freight truck's horn bellowed like some primordial beast charging toward its prey.

The driver's desperate maneuvers proved futile - with no brakes, collision was inevitable. Whether they careened off the mountain or into the truck's path, the outcome appeared equally fatal.

Olivia closed her eyes, bracing for impact.

The deafening crash came - but not the expected agony. "Holy hell!" her assistant gasped.

When Olivia dared to look, she saw a sleek black vehicle had materialized like a phantom, intercepting their deadly trajectory mere inches from the truck's grill.