From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 55

Helen Adams had interrupted her one too many times, and by now, Lavinia Bennett saw her as a thorn in her side. She shot Helen a withering glare. “Why don’t you just get lost? Or you’ll regret it. You seriously think Olivia Bennett is going to protect you?”

Lavinia Bennett, as Ms. Carter of the Bennett Family, wouldn’t claim she could run this whole town of Cabinda, but dealing with a low-level waitress? Piece of cake.

Olivia Bennett pulled Helen behind her. “She has nothing to do with this. Don’t drag innocent people into your drama.”

“I’ve said what I needed to say. Whether you get married or not is your problem. If you’re really that worried something will go wrong, just buy a rope and tie Daniel Gill to your waist. Seriously, there are a million ways to keep your man, all of them more effective than showing up here to bother me.”

She jerked her chin toward the door. “There’s the exit. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”

Lavinia’s face was so dark it looked like she might explode. She wanted nothing more than to storm out and never look back.

She closed her eyes, paused at the door, but stopped.

Leave? No way.

She hadn’t come here to give Olivia Bennett the satisfaction of chasing her off. Leaving now would be letting Olivia win.

Drawing a slow breath to steady herself, Lavinia circled the room with a haughty little sniff. “If you invited me to this dump, I wouldn’t even show up.”

Olivia remained stone-faced. “So leave.”

“…”

Lavinia’s temper flared all over again.

She glared at Olivia and barked, “Let me finish.”

“…”

Both Olivia and Helen just stared at her, totally unimpressed.

Lavinia didn’t care. She didn’t even bother looking at their reactions as she went on, “Look, I didn’t want to come to this place. But Daniel said you run this kind of business. Since we need engagement photos, he figured we might as well throw some work your way. Call it a bit of compensation. Honestly, if he hadn’t insisted, do you think I’d be here?”

Helen Adams, thinking Lavinia might actually get violent, leaped in front of Olivia with her phone out, camera rolling.

“What are you doing? I’m recording everything. If you try anything, I’ll put it online. You look like someone with a reputation—do you really want your face all over the internet for the wrong reasons?”

Helen’s voice was tense, her eyes full of warning.

If she’d thought of it sooner, she would have started recording from the beginning.

Lavinia froze, her face turning from red to pale and back again. She hadn’t expected Helen to pull a stunt like this.

In today’s world, public opinion was everything. It would only take one viral clip for the internet to pick her apart, frame by frame. Her identity would be exposed in no time, and the fallout for the Bennett Group would be disastrous.

Swallowing her anger, Lavinia forced her voice calm. “My name is Lavinia. I’m just here to talk business. Put the phone down, please.”

Helen’s eyes went wide, full of both pity for Olivia and obvious contempt for Lavinia.