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Do I look like your boyfriend’s keeper
Olivia stayed in the house and watched TV the whole time, as she had decided not to leave the house. Cathleen drank some water and then went upstairs to take a shower so that she could go to work. When she was done, Cathleen came downstairs and went to the dining room table. She made herself some orange juice and decided to eat out. She took a seat and started tapping on her iPad while she sipped her drink.
Olivia looked at Cathleen, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to her, who was so engrossed in whatever it was she was doing on her iPad. Olivia chuckled when she didn’t get any kind of reaction or attention from Cathleen. “I don’t get it. You’re a nobody. I have no idea who the fuck you are. You are broke, but you try to hide your brokenness with all those fancy clothes you put on. They are probably knockoffs. How can you enchant men wearing knockoffs?”
Cathleen gave a pleasant smile as she finished her juice in an elegant manner. She glanced at the time on her wristwatch, and then her eyes traveled to the woman next to her, and she said, “Have a good day, Miss William.” She said that as she pulled up her chair and picked up the keys to her car as well as her handbag. She smiled once more at the whining woman and left the villa, heading to her office.
Meanwhile, at the Knight Group headquarters, Xavier sat in his office. He was waiting for Caleb to tell him where his wife had gotten the money to buy the piece of art he had been eyeing. He stood up and began to wonder, ever since his first encounter with Cathleen. Not once did she show any interest in the amount of money he had. She didn’t even look at him as if she were going to chop him up like other ladies did; she just ignored him completely. Not even in the slightest had she led him on. She had been in compliance with their agreement.
“But why does it bother me that she doesn’t disturb me at all?” “Who are you, Cathleen Knight?” The man wondered aloud. Just as he had his mind on his mysterious wife, Caleb was on his way into the office. The man knocked and entered.
“I have the information you requested, sir,” Caleb said as he walked in and stood at the side of his master. “The necklace was the first piece that was designed by Luna West.”
“I know that. Tell me something I don’t know.” Caleb sighed and went on.
“Do you remember that Mrs. Knight’s last name was West, not Jackson, when we were doing our background check?” When Caleb said that, Xavier realized that she was an offspring. Cathleen was the granddaughter of Luna West. Xavier sneered.
No wonder she’s such an enigma. What else is there for me to find out about my wife?’ Xavier thought to himself.
“So, do you have any idea where she does her prostitution, because I still don’t have any faith that she isn’t a gold digger like her sister?”
“Perhaps it would be best if you hired somebody to follow her around, sir. I haven’t been able to find anything on the subject. Maybe she has an actual job. Because she wouldn’t get paid enough to drive a Maserati by prostituting herself. Xavier thought about it for a long time. Cathleen is a risk-taker. Women are afraid of sports cars, but she is driving her car like a professional.
“Check if she’s into car racing. I think… Maybe that’s what she does besides selling her body.” Caleb let out a small sigh. As far as he was concerned, the lady was genuine; she seemed to be someone who didn’t want people to know too much about her. I mean, if she was a prostitute, she could have slept with his master or seduced him. But with Cathleen, it seemed like she did not want to have anything to do with him or his money. She’s independent, and she’s never asked anything of him except that he doesn’t interfere with what she’s doing.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
With a glance at the man, Caleb was on his way out of the office. As soon as Caleb was gone, Xavier received a phone call from Olivia. He looked at the call and answered it.
Xavier: Yes
Olivia: Hi, I was wondering if we could have dinner together this evening. I’ll have the chef prepare your favorite.
Xavier: What time?
Olivia: 7 p. m. Don’t be late.
Olivia said that and hung up without waiting for the man to answer. Xavier sighed and didn’t give the matter much thought.
Toward the end of the evening, it started to pour outside. The night was darkened further by the heavy rain that fell, which looked like it had been poured out as ink. The brisk wind was blowing furiously in every direction. A sudden burst of lightning opened up the darkness of the night sky and illuminated a pale face. Olivia was standing outside, holding an umbrella. As the woman waited and checked the time on her wristwatch, she became completely soaked in the rain. In the pouring rain, she was shaking so much that her teeth were chattering against each other as she tried to keep warm. She clung anxiously to the umbrella as she peered far into the horizon while holding her breath.
Xavier had promised her that he would be eating dinner with her tonight. Therefore, Olivia went to great lengths and requested assistance from the helper in preparing the dinner. She arranged the table settings and lit the candles. Nevertheless, it was nearly ten o’clock in the evening, and Xavier had not been spotted anywhere. Olivia’s gaze would wander out into the horizon before returning to her wristwatch. She clenched her fists around the umbrella as she let a fleeting expression of dissatisfaction pass across her gaze. Olivia had a fleeting thought of Cathleen. When she finally spotted a car coming, she heaved a breath of relief and hurried towards the vehicle. Almost simultaneously, her mind flew to the one person she detested the most. But to her dismay, it wasn’t Xavier’s car. Cathleen exited her vehicle, opened the umbrella she was carrying, and then walked into the villa.
Olivia walked back inside, following Cathleen, and saw the woman brewing coffee for herself. Olivia rolled her eyes and scoffed as she walked up to where Cathleen was standing, blocking her way as she spoke.
“Do you know where Xavier is?” Her tone was one of disdain when she posed the question.
Cathleen was dangerously close to choking on the coffee that she was now drinking. Cathleen looked at Olivia coldly, but after scanning her from head to toe, her coldness was replaced by a smile. She then responded while maintaining a bemused expression on her face as she surveyed the woman in front of her.
“Do I look like your boyfriend’s keeper?” She said this as she held the hot coffee in between her two hands, smiling as she raised the cup to her lips and took a swig of the piping-hot liquid to keep warm. She put on a fake smile and started walking, but she stopped. “I mean, husband. Do I look like my husband’s keeper?” Olivia couldn’t believe that the woman who had been quiet all this time could talk back. She was rendered speechless. Then Cathleen went on to say: “Make sure you snuff out all of those candles before you burn my house trying to impress my husband.” Cathleen took one more sip of her coffee and flashed Olivia another wink as she started mounting the stairs.
Olivia was so frustrated that she flung the meal on the ground and then yelled at the people who were helping her clean up the mess.
The helpers started giggling. They had seen that their madam wasn’t a pushover. They also knew Olivia was no match for Cathleen. They kept laughing and whispering to one another while they cleaned up the mess.
“Quiet!” Olivia let forth a ferocious bark.