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.

When the door was opened, she was taken aback.

A black Bentley sat before her car. Raphael leaned casually against the car, smoking a cigarette at a leisurely pace.

The night breeze was brisk.

In the light, his complexion was illuminated, casting a soft glow on his features. Raphael tilted his head slightly, his chin held high, exuding an air of nobility and aloofness. During his college years, he had been the prince charming in campus, attracting numerous secret admirers. However, despite the attention he received, he had never shown interest in anyone.

Olivia felt audacious enough to pursue him, but eventually...

Realizing she couldn't feign ignorance any longer, Olivia braved the chilly night air, wrapping her shawl tightly around herself as she approached Raphael.

“Raphael, did you come here to taunt me now that you've achieved such success? Do you want me to admit I regret letting you go?" She asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Raphael's gaze was penetrating as he met her eyes.

With a slow exhale, he responded, “I merely wished to check on how you're faring. But perhaps I'm overthinking things. After all, how could someone like you, the cherished daughter of the Evans family in Czanch, not be doing well?"

Olivia stared at him with her eyes wide open.

Raphael advanced, closing the gap until their toes nearly touched.

His warm breath caressed her delicate features.

“Having a fling with a poor boy Like me must have been amusing for someone like you, wasn't it, Miss Evans? Do you find pleasure in toying with men? Otherwise, how could you walk away so easily? Or perhaps you've done this countless times, making it insignificant to add one more man like me to your list of conquests?"

It wasn't true!

These words hovered on the tip of Olivia's tongue, ready to be spoken, yet she held them back.