Chapter 482

The man's frantic voice pierced through the private dining room. "Sweetheart, don't leave!"

He burst through the door moments later. His expression morphed from anticipation to shock when he saw Olivia standing there. "Oh... Ms. Sinclair. What a surprise."

Olivia's face drained of color as if she'd seen a ghost. Her trembling finger pointed accusingly at him. "You... You told me you were female online!"

The man's eyes darted nervously around the room. "I never actually specified my gender—"

Yet his social media profile had featured a woman's photo and all his comments used distinctly feminine language.

A cold realization washed over Olivia. She'd been mere moments away from walking into a predator's trap. Had Margaret not collided with her at the entrance, the consequences could have been unthinkable.

But gratitude was the furthest thing from Olivia's mind. Behind her shocked expression, wheels of malice were already turning.

Spotting the live stream camera, the man raised his voice dramatically. "Ms. Sinclair! I'm your biggest fan! I've spent thousands supporting your channel!" He dramatically pointed at Margaret. "This woman came onto me first!"

Margaret seized the moment to contact reception. After verifying her reservation details, the staff assured her security would arrive shortly.

Drawing a steadying breath, Margaret leveled an icy glare at both the man and Olivia. "I came onto you?" Her voice dripped with disdain.

Olivia's acting skills surfaced instantly. Tears welled in her eyes as she joined the man's accusations. "Margaret, how could you? I know your company's struggling, but targeting my fan? This is despicable!"

The live chat exploded with venom:

"Pathetic! Some heiress she turned out to be."

"Obviously watched Olivia's stream yesterday about meeting a fan here."

"Classic gold-digger move. Probably planned to blackmail him."

"Wait, isn't the real issue this creep pretending to be a woman?"

Olivia's tear-streaked face twisted in betrayal. "First you bully me professionally, now you set up this disgusting ambush?"

Margaret straightened her jacket with deliberate calm. "First," her voice carried crisp authority, "I reserved this room three days ago for a business meeting. Second, this man immediately made inappropriate advances when I entered."

She pulled out her phone. "I'm happy to involve the police. They can determine who's telling the truth." Her gaze locked onto Olivia. "You claim this is your reservation? Show me the confirmation."

Olivia's tears froze mid-swipe. Panic flashed across her face. She hadn't booked the room—her "fan" had assured her it would be empty. With her celebrity status, she'd assumed the restaurant would accommodate her. Never anticipating Margaret would be the actual reservation holder, Olivia now stood exposed without proof.