He started the car, the engine purring to life, while Sharon persisted in her chatter from the back seat.

However, Raphael's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't help but ponder that for someone like Olivia, the cherished daughter of the prestigious Evans family in Czanch, a Cullinan was nothing. With her resources, she could likely purchase a small country if she so desired.

The lights from the hotel's roadside illuminated Raphael's face, rendering his expression indistinct.

After Olivia saw Raphael, her thoughts were in disarray. She aimlessly drove around Duefron before eventually returning to her apartment-a modest building with five floors in total. Olivia's apartment occupied 120 square meters, just right for a single person.

Parking her car downstairs, Olivia draped a shawl around herself and stepped out, opening the door to her apartment.