Josefina's heart pounded as she pushed against Oliver's chest, trying to maintain some distance.
With a reluctant sigh, Oliver pulled away from her tempting lips. Josefina gave him a smoldering look. "Oliver, this is my house, remember?"
Oliver chuckled warmly, ruffling her hair playfully. "Alright, alright, it's your house. Now go get some rest," he teased, his affection evident.
He stepped out of the elevator, watching the doors close with a soft thud.
Back in his car, Oliver's phone buzzed—it was Rowan calling.
The second Oliver answered, Rowan's fury blazed through the line. "Oliver, did you send someone to harm your own brother? Have you lost all sense of humanity?"
"If I'm inhuman, what does that make you?" Oliver shot back, his voice icy.
Rowan spluttered, momentarily lost for words.
His anger boiling over, Rowan barked, "Tell me, Oliver, your brother's in the hospital, unconscious—was that your doing?"
"If I said it wasn't me, would you believe it?" Oliver's tone was dispassionately cool.
Rowan was speechless.
Oliver continued, "Why don't you consider that they're scheming against me—mother and son, working together?"
Fuming and tongue-tied, Rowan nearly threw his phone, but Sydney's gentle interjection stopped him.



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