The door was opened before the men could kick it open.

Olivia stood at the door. She saw that half of Cyril's face was red and swollen, and another bodyguard was rushing forward.

Ethan's men were like him. They were cold, silent, and kept a low profile. They would never start anything, nor would they bully anyone. Their duty was to protect Olivia. So, they tried to be more tolerant because they didn't want to attract attention.

Still, the other party didn't want to de-escalate. They actually slapped Cyril.

Olivia saw an unfamiliar face. She didn't sound like she was a local. There were luxurious items hung all over her body. She looked like a walking product gallery.

Before Olivia could speak, the woman sized her up, and her gaze focused on Olivia's stomach. "And here I thought some big shot was in there. So, it's just a pregnant lady?"

The woman grabbed a stack of cash from her expensive handbag and offered it to Olivia. "I want this room. Clear out and let me have it."

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