Chapter 12
Olivia stopped walking and turned to look at Dylan, her gaze indifferent. “If you really plan to do that, then I’ll have no choice but to ask Morgan for lielp.
Dylan clenched his fists, his expression grim. “No wonder you’ve been bold enough to talk back to me lately. So this is what you’ve learned–how to throw someone else’s weight around.
“You’re so full of yourself now. Ever think about what happens when you’ve got no one left to back you?”
Olivia said, not giving a damn at all, “Then I’ll deal with that when the time comes. For now, at least I have someone to rely on.”
With that, she ignored them and turned to leave the bar.
Olivia walked alone down the foreign streets, her mind a mess.
Dylan’s words were harsh, but not without truth. Once Morgan passed away, the Wilson family would be under Dylan’s full control.
And Dylan didn’t even have to do anything drastic. All he had to do was stop helping the Kaur family. They couldn’t afford the bank’s monthly interest on their own. It wouldn’t take long before the entire family ended up behind bars.
But Olivia also knew that even if she tried to play nice with Dylan, as long as Chloe was around, she’d still throw fits and pull every manipulative trick in the book to make Dylan cut off support to the Kaur family.
Olivia murmured, “Having a baby is the only way.”
She had to get pregnant and give birth before Morgan passed, so he’d write her name into the will.
If she could inherit part of Novara Group’s shares, she’d finally have money in her own hands, and that was the only way she could protect the Kaur family.
She knew that having leverage of her own was always more secure than depending on someone else.
With that thought, Olivia suddenly felt anxious. No one knew how much longer Morgan could hold on. She had to get pregnant as soon as possible.
Olivia did the math. Her ovulation period would start in two days. It lasted ten days, just enough to cover this entire trip. No matter what, she had to get pregnant during this window.
She didn’t want to contact Dylan, so she didn’t bother asking which hotel he had originally booked. Instead, she randomly picked one and checked in on her own.
To avoid being disturbed by calls, Olivia put her phone on silent.
When she woke up the next day, her phone showed over a hundred missed calls–all from Dylan.
Just as Olivia was checking her screen, another call from him came through. She then answered the call.
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Dylan’s furious, explosive voice nearly blew out her eardrums. “What the hell were you doing last night that you couldn’t pick up the phone? What kind of shady crap were you up to? Did you hook up with another guy again? Open the damn door.”
Olivia moved the phone away from her ear, frowning in confusion.
She thought, ‘Why is Dylan telling me to open the door? Is he standing outside my room? How the hell did he even find out which hotel I checked into, and my room number?
‘And if he really was standing outside my room, would he have the decency to call instead of banging on the door?‘
Olivia ran her fingers through her messy hair, tossed the phone aside, and slowly went to wash up and get dressed before finally opening the door.
The moment it swung open, she saw Dylan standing there with a stern face.
Meeting his sinister gaze, Olivia felt a strange chill creep down her spine.
Chloe was standing beside him, looking deeply aggrieved. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
In front of the two of them were four hotel security guards in uniform, holding stun batons and riot shields, standing in formation at the door.
Chloe thought, ‘So that’s why Dylan suddenly got so polite. The security guards were blocking him.
Dylan didn’t say a word and immediately tried to push past the guards and enter the room. But the guards didn’t budge, standing firmly in his way.
