The clock read a little past seven in the evening when Olivia’s car pulled up in front of the mansion.

The moment she stepped out, Thomas, the butler, was already at the door.

“Good evening, Mrs. Olivia,” he said, opening the door with practiced elegance. “Mr. Frederico is in the sitting room.”

Olivia paused for a second, startled.

“Liam’s grandfather is here?” she asked, a slight jolt in her voice.

“Yes, ma’am. He arrived about forty minutes ago and said he would wait as long as necessary.”

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