Novel1Chapter 455 Olivia arrived at Capitolion's famed Velvet & Rose Spa, the go-to retreat for the city's A-list celebrities and affluent socialites.
Every VIP guest here was granted their own private suite and a dedicated beauty specialist. When Olivia stepped into her reserved room, she found Sally and Leda were already waiting for her.
The suite was nearly a thousand square feet, complete with a soaking tub, a full- body treatment area, a hair station, and a cozy lounge for conversation.
Olivia strolled in, tossed her Hermès bag carelessly onto the coffee table, and settled onto the plush sofa. She crossed her legs, her seven-inch crimson stilettos catching the light and drawing every eye in the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe pulled a slim case of ladies' cigarettes from her purse, lit one, and let it dangle from her lips. After a deep inhale, she exhaled a languid plof smoke.
Sally and Leda were anything but composed. Both wore the unmistakable exhaustion of sleepless nights on their faces.
Leda slumped back against the sofa and sighed. "I haven't slept at all these past few days. Every tI close my eyes, I see the Prince's face from that night-like he was about to kill someone." Sally, sporting obvious dark circles, groaned. "Shere. I swear, this whole thing is drivinginsane." Olivia tapped her cigarette over the ashtray, her tone sharp and impatient. "You two are such cowards. Listen to me-neither of you had better let anything slip, or you'll regret it. I mean it." Before either could respond, a knock sounded at the door.
Sally and Leda instantly fell silent, picking up their floral tea and sipping as if nothing had happened.
Daisy, Olivia's personal beautician, swept in wearing her grey spa uniform, carrying a tray of fruit and a bottle of red wine.
She set the wine down, uncorked it, and poured glasses for all three.
"Miss Walsh, will you be having a facial or a full-body treatment today?" Olivia lounged back, giving Daisy a cool, dismissive glance. "I'll have a milk bath later. For now, just leave us alone. And make sure we're not disturbed." "Of course Miss Walsh. I'll be just outside if you need me." Daisy nodded, then-while rising discreetly pressed a tiny hidden recorder to the underside of the table before slipping out.
Once the door clicked shut, Sally and Leda visibly relaxed.
Leda, unable to contain herself, blurted out, "Olivia, how is this going to be handled?" Sally fixed her gaze on Olivia too, anxiety clear in her eyes.
Ever since that fiasco at the Walsh that fi family's birthday gala, both their parents had forbidden them from going out. Olivia had been cagey and noncommittal over text, offering no real answers. The uncertainty had them both on edge, terrified that the investigation might circle back to them. They hadn't actually done anything-but Olivia was the mastermind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOlivia shot them a haughty glance, drew on her cigarette, and exhaled another cloud, her features taking on a sultry cast in the drifting smoke.
After a moment, she spoke. "My old nanny confessed to fessed to everything. She took the blame. Leda gasped. "What?" Sally nodded in grim understanding. "A scapegoat. Got it." Leda suddenly looked stricken. "But even if she confessed, what if someone scares her into turning on you, Olivia?" Olivia's lips curled into a cold, sardonic smile. "That's why she's dead." Leda's eyes went wide with terror.
She'd always been a bit
timid-following Olivia mostly for the thrill of bullying others. Murder was a different league entirely. Her voice as trembled Hero Was Nas she stammered, "You don't mean... Olivia, you actually... killed her?"
Olivia's mind flashed back to that day-begging her nanny for help. The old woman had hesitated; but in the end, agreed to take the fall. Still, Olivia hadn't been satisfied. Only the dead could keep secrets.
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