Deep Love On the Way

Chapter 8 Calculation

　　Olivia had met Alexander a few months ago at a party.

　　As the heir to the Harris crime syndicate, Alexander kept a low profile. No one even knew he existed until five years ago when he was brought back into the family. Since then, he'd taken full control with a ruthless grip, securing his position at the top.

　　During the few months they'd been together, the Carter family business had clearly benefitted. So for Olivia—both personally and professionally—she had every reason to hold onto him tightly. That's why she'd gone digging into his past.

　　And when she found out he had dated Lucy, and worse, that it was Lucy who dumped him?

　　She totally lost it.

　　Seriously, why?!

　　How did a woman like Lucy ever manage to have somebody like Alexander?

　　These past few months, Alexander had never been entirely present with her—hot and cold, impossible to read. She knew deep down she wasn't in his league, so all she could do was put on her best game and keep trying.

　　Every step she'd taken, every move she'd planned, was to figure out if he still had feelings for Lucy.

　　But judging by how things looked now, maybe she didn't need to worry. He seemed to despise that woman.

　　Everyone in the room had heard what he just said.

　　Trying to gain favor with him, the others instantly clambered to mock Lucy.

　　"You're right, Mr. Harris. Girls like that? They act all innocent on the outside, but deep down, they're wild."

　　"Exactly. Just wave some cash in front of them, and they're down for anything."

　　Trying to redeem himself after being embarrassed earlier, Michael jumped in eagerly.

　　"Yeah, when y'all got here, she was already throwing herself at me. If I knew it'd be this easy, I would've just taken her. Bet it would've been fun—ahh!"

　　A sharp scream sliced through the room, stunning everyone into silence. Most didn't even realize what had happened yet.

　　Blood was pouring from Michael's head, bits of broken glass stuck to his scalp.

　　Alexander stood there, gripping the shattered neck of a wine bottle in one hand, voice icy and commanding.

　　"Harris Group's cutting all ties with your company. Get out."

　　The room froze. Silent. No one dared to move.

　　"Mr… Mr. Harris! Please, I was wrong! Just give me another chance!"

　　Michael dropped to his knees, pleading.

　　"I won't repeat myself."

　　No one dared challenge him. Pale and trembling, Michael dragged himself out of the lounge.

　　Awkward silence crept back in, stiff and tense.

　　Alexander poured himself another drink, unfazed.

　　"Anyone else wants to make noise—get out now."

　　No one even dared to breathe too loudly. His mood swung faster than the weather, and none of them wanted to be the next target.

　　Olivia just stared, wide-eyed, still trying to process what she'd just seen.

　　She bit her lower lip—what the hell was that supposed to mean?

　　Was he really that mad just because Michael insulted Lucy?

　　So… he hadn't moved on after all.

　　After all she'd worked for, all the gains she'd made, there was no way she'd let that woman ruin everything.

　　If Lucy insisted on being stupid, fine. She'd make her regret it.

　　Her eyes darkened as she grabbed her purse and quickly made up an excuse to head to the restroom.

　　At the hallway corner, she took out her phone.

　　"Hey, Mr. Harley? It's Olivia. I need a favor. You know that guy, Sean Thompson, the one who owes you fifteen mil in gambling debt? When his daughter comes to pay it off, tack on a few more million in interest. Thanks a lot."