"It's only a matter of time, Zane," she whispered to herself, her voice dripping with malice. Her grip on her purse tightened, the soft leather creaking beneath her fingers as she clenched her fists in anger.
"Miss Olivia..." a salesgirl called, interrupting Olivia's silent moment. But as soon as she received a deadly glare from Olivia, the sales girl fell silent.
Olivia eyed the salesgirl with disgust before turning to leave, the sound of her heels clicking aggressively on the floor, leaving behind a trace of malice and anger.
Once outside the boutique, Olivia took a deep breath, signaling her motive and aim.
She walked toward her red sporty car, where a large man stood outside, his expression stern and unyielding. He wore black trousers and a suit, his arms crossed.
Olivia flung her green purse at the bodyguard and climbed into the car, seething with anger.
