Chapter 367

Amelia's years of service under Olivia had honed her skills in intimidation to perfection. Her commanding tone instantly hushed the murmuring crowd.

"You dare spread such ridiculous lies?" Amelia's voice shook with barely contained rage. "Do you even comprehend who you're accusing? This is a Kensington heir you're speaking to. Every brick of this auction house belongs to her."

She took a threatening step forward. "Sebastian Whitmore answers to her. Is there any issue with him reserving the finest private room for his employer? Let me enlighten you, Evelyn."

Amelia's glare could have frozen lava. "Lady Olivia showed you mercy when you illegally occupied the premier suite last time, only to spare Sebastian embarrassment. Who granted you the right to play the righteous accuser here?"

Evelyn blinked in shock before her lips curled into a sneer. "You'll need to fabricate a more believable tale next time! The Kensingtons, you say? Don't tell me this cripple is Olivia Sinclair? Preposterous! I've met Olivia before."

Her laugh rang hollow. "She was just a mute little thing. Last I heard, her own family disowned her after she returned. How could trash like her possibly own this establishment? This performance is laughable."

Her entourage erupted in mocking laughter.

Olivia finally recognized that shrill voice. No wonder the accusations had sounded familiar - it was her old nemesis.

"Evelyn," Olivia said calmly, maneuvering her wheelchair forward. Though her legs had nearly healed, doctors insisted on limited movement for proper recovery.

Recognition flashed across Evelyn's face, quickly replaced by a storm of emotions - resentment, jealousy, and pure malice twisting her features.

"Years pass but you remain unchanged," Evelyn spat. "Still stealing other women's fiancés, I see?" Her gaze dropped to Olivia's legs, lips curling in satisfaction. "Rumors said the Kensingtons threw you out. I see they broke your legs first."

She barked a laugh. "What fantasy world lets you think Sebastian would marry trash like you? Delusional!"

Olivia didn't engage. Instead, she motioned to Amelia. "Remove Evelyn from the premises. And inform security that from today, neither stray dogs nor Evelyn Hartley are permitted in any of my establishments."

She'd never imagined Sebastian's fiancée would be Evelyn. The vast disparity between the Hartleys and Whitmores made his choice baffling.

While Olivia appreciated Sebastian's management skills, she wouldn't tolerate Evelyn's theatrics indefinitely for his sake.

Some debts could never be forgiven. The humiliations Evelyn had inflicted still burned fresh in Olivia's memory.

"You recovered your voice, how fortunate!" Evelyn shrieked, face purpling with rage. "But you're still gutter trash with no manners! How dare you claim ownership here? Since when did you take up acting?"

She jabbed a finger toward Olivia. "No one dares evict me! I'm Sebastian's rightful fiancée, while you're just a shameless mistress! You're the one who belongs in the streets!"

Meanwhile, Evelyn's live stream exploded with vitriolic comments:

"Ugh, Olivia makes me sick! Acting all high and mighty when she's just riding Sebastian's coattails!"