With no other option, she resignedly settled back onto the sofa.

During their meeting, a servant interrupted to inform them of a visitor identified herself with the name Yeats. Disinterested, Flora waved a hand dismissively, "Tell her I'm unavailable right now."

The servant nodded and departed.

As Flora attended to her business, Olivia cleared her throat and ventured cautiously, "Is that Raphael's assistant... Sharon Yeats?"

With a smile, Flora replied, "I believe so! I don't recall the young lady's name. She's of mo consequence, after all. Don't let such trivial matters distract you. Pay attention, or I'll have your mother give you a lesson."

Olivia was stunned by the dismissal.

She glanced at Flora, who was leisurely texting and sipping her coffee, seemingly as comfortable as if she were in her own home.

Even when Rena joined them downstairs later, Flora remained unflustered, as relaxed as ever.

As the sun began to set, Flora discreetly exited through the back door. Left with no choice, Olivia drove home alone. It was then she noticed a black vehicle parked at the front door.

Sharon, dressed neatly in a suit, appeared anxious as she waited beside the car.

Recognizing that Sharon was likely waiting for Flora, Olivia decided not to stop but slowly drove past.

To her surprise, Sharon recognized the car and gestured for her to stop. Annoyed, Olivia braked and asked impatiently, "How can I help you?"

Meanwhile, Sharon looked at Olivia with a complicated expression.

Previously, Sharon had assumed Olivia was nothing but a pretty face.

She hadn't realized Olivia was a daughter of the influential Evans family, who stood shoulder to shoulder with the Fowler dynasty.

She sneered. "You convinced Miss Holt to decline the endorsement offer, didn't you? How could you stoop so low, Olivia? You've already upended Raphael's personal life; must you also sabotage his business? When will you be satisfied? Are you just bitter because things aren't going your way?"

Seated calmly in the driver's seat, Olivia was unfazed.

The warmth of the car enveloped her as she rested her slender hands on the steering wheel. Her unpolished, natural fingernails added to her composed appearance.

After a moment, Olivia responded with a wry smile, "It's cold outside, Sharon. You should dress warmer. It seems Raphael isn't looking after his fiancee very well, is he? It must be challenging having a boyfriend with his temper. I remember how difficult he can be. 0h, but that's none of my business. If anything, your suffering only makes my day."

Sharon's complexion blanched at Olivia's retort.