Nevertheless, no matter how reluctant she felt, Sharon had no choice but to obey Raphael's instruction since he was her boss, and even more importantly, she loved him and wanted to be with him.

Meanwhile, Flora Holt had come to the private room ahead of time.

If it was just some ordinary people attending, she wouldn't have bothered herself much. But she would always make exceptions for the Evans and the Fowlers.

When Olivia finally showed up in the room, her face looked quite pale.

Flora had taken a seat on her chair, casually enjoying a cup of tea.

When she saw Olivia looking so pale, she stood up immediately and asked, “What's wrong, Olivia? Why do you look so pale?"

But Olivia quickly tried to rearrange herself.

Though her eyes were red, she forced a smile to her face and replied, “I'm fine. Something just got into my eye. There's nothing to worry about."

But Flora was no fool. She knew Olivia was not telling the truth.

But nonetheless, she acted like she believed what Olivia had said.

"Really?" she said with a smile, "Maybe we should talk to the manager about it. After all, this place is a high-end venue. How could they be so careless about the environment?"

“No, no, that's not necessary," Olivia quickly said.

At this point, Raphael was just walking past. But he was taken aback when he saw Olivia and Flora talking.

He had recognized Flora almost at first glance.

When he was younger, his family was once quite well off and his mother used to be a fan of Flora.

It never crossed his mind that Olivia also knew Flora.

Just at this moment, Sharon was also headed for the stairs. When she saw Olivia and Flora together, and Raphael sporting a strange look on his face, she couldn't help but remind him in a low voice, "Our seats are over there."

When Raphael heard this, he had no choice but to turn away from Olivia and go over to his seat.

Now that they were alone again, Flora asked Olivia in a caring tone, “Well, is he the reason why you're so upset?"

“Of course not!" Olivia quickly denied.