Chapter 497

At first, Alexander Montgomery had been reluctant about the collaboration. But witnessing Sinclair Enterprises' meteoric rise in popularity, he quickly reversed his stance and approached Olivia Sinclair for an alliance. Recognizing this as the most honorable path forward, he even lowered his pricing as a goodwill gesture.

To his surprise, Olivia accepted his proposal without the slightest resentment, as though his initial hesitation had never occurred. She embraced the partnership wholeheartedly, directing her team to issue a series of meticulously crafted press releases.

These statements wove a compelling narrative—during Sinclair Enterprises' darkest years, it was Montgomery Holdings that had silently sustained them, supplying goods at below-market rates to ensure their survival.

The story spread like wildfire, evolving into a legendary tale of two prestigious corporations standing together through adversity. Naturally, a few cynics whispered that Montgomery Holdings was merely capitalizing on Sinclair Enterprises' newfound success.

What they didn’t realize was that this was all part of Olivia’s masterstroke—subtly intertwining the legacies of both companies. In truth, Montgomery Holdings’ achievements far eclipsed Sinclair Enterprises’, and this strategic alliance benefited them both.

Alexander wasn’t fooled. He knew exactly what Olivia was orchestrating. Over the phone, he chuckled. "Miss Kensington, you’re a brilliant tactician. I’ve always prided myself on being sharp, but I didn’t expect to be outmaneuvered by you—just slightly."

Olivia, never one for false modesty, replied bluntly, "Well, I did spend $3,000 on an executive strategy course. It’d be a waste not to put it to good use."

Alexander admired her candor. It was one of the things he respected most about her—her refusal to downplay her own brilliance. "There’s an event the day after tomorrow," he said. "Halstead’s top entrepreneurs will be there. Perfect for expanding your network. Will you come?"

It was exactly the opportunity Olivia had been waiting for. She accepted without hesitation. Alexander gave her only an address, withholding further details, but Olivia was never one to rely on others for information. She conducted her own research.

The venue turned out to be an exclusive estate—a playground for the elite, where the wealthy gathered for horseback riding, golf, and even private hunting expeditions on the sprawling hills. This wasn’t just a party; it was a display of power and privilege.

On the day of the event, Olivia selected her attire with precision. She chose an ensemble that balanced elegance with practicality—sophisticated enough for high society yet functional for the activities. Her long hair was swept into a sleek ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face, lending her an effortlessly polished aura.

When she arrived, Alexander was already at the entrance, waiting with a relaxed smile. The moment his gaze landed on Olivia, he was momentarily stunned.

Olivia had become a formidable force in Halstead’s business world—known for her sharp instincts, decisive leadership, and unshakable vision.

People often forgot that beneath that commanding presence was a striking beauty. Even with minimal makeup, her natural elegance was undeniable. Her face, softened by the delicate strands of hair that escaped her ponytail, carried quiet strength. Her once-gentle eyes now held a cool, calculating edge, hardened by the trials she had endured.

Alexander felt a fleeting warmth in his chest but quickly refocused. "How’s your daughter?" he asked, his tone genuine. News of Isabelle’s accident had spread quickly—especially with so many witnesses at the school gates that day. It was no surprise Alexander had heard.

Olivia’s expression softened, a rare warmth breaking through. "She’s recovering well. Already begging to go outside and play. The doctors say she’ll be discharged soon. Thank you for asking."