So, when Olivia insisted on drinking, Elva didn't object. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, resolved to keep Olivia company, and watched over her. Elva's appearance was also striking, but it possessed a different allure compared to Olivia's.

She resembled her aunt, Cecilia, whose charm was undeniably unique.

As anticipated, Olivia found herself intoxicated in less than an hour.

In her daze, she began clamoring to go home, searching for her brother and sister-in-law, and eventually even shedding tears for her parents.

Elva shook her head in dismay.

Affectionately, Elva pinched Olivia's cheek, intending to escort her away, but her wrist was seized suddenly. Startled, she glanced up at the person.

To her surprise, it was her ex-boyfriend!

He grasped Elva's hand tightly, prompting her to wince in discomfort.

The Fowler family boasted a sizable network, with numerous acquaintances present at the party.

Flustered, Elva lowered her voice and hissed, “Have you lost your senses? Let go of me!"

However, the man remained silent, his gaze unwavering.

It appeared he was adamant about escorting her away. Elva interjected hastily, "I can't leave Olivia here alone."

Turning his head, the man murmured, "Don't fret. Raphael will look after her."

Raphael's presence was exactly what Elva was worried about!

Before Elva could utter another word, the man swiftly lifted her up and guided her out through the side entrance. Once across the street, the man threw Elva into a black Rolls-Royce. Before she could react, he leaned in and began showering her with affectionate kisses.

Inside the car, their clothes littered the carpet and the back of the seats.

The scene was quite chaotic.

*

In the dimly lit bar, Olivia remained sprawled out, too intoxicated to rise for quite some time.

Under the subdued lighting, her curvy figure appeared all the more enticing to onlookers’ eyes.