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O L I V I A

I was still inside Mr. Everett mansion even if a day had passed by since the interrogation.

I stayed behind because this was my opportunity to plant more chaos since Eleanor had left for the weekend along with Agnes to take a short vacation.

But that woman would never take a relaxing vacation if she had found her best friend's arm inside her bedroom, in fact she would do the opposite.

I can bet money that she's searching for the killer without a wink of sleep. She's too shaken up because her arm might be next for the killer to slice off.

Well, the thought of cutting her arm off isn't too bad.

I relaxed on the armchair I sat on since it was a comfortable chair, and I didn't hesitate to put a blanket over me while a fireplace lit Gabriel's bedroom.

Gabriel had important matters to attend, leaving me behind. I could have gone back to the apartment but staying here an extra day was better.

I had a notepad in my hand, writing down a few things, while the fire helped to see the things I had written.

Revenge on those from the past.

Sam's death..?

Mr. Everett..? What's his secret?

Yesterday proved to me that Mr. Everett had something hidden behind that clueless demeanor he wore around people near him.

As yesterday, he slapped Agnes, and she passed out while he seemed to enjoy the pain Eleanor was in.

He did help and defended her because of the FBI agents he brought into his home, but during the interrogation he lacked affection for his wife, It was different from a year ago.

If a powerful person who wants to keep his good reputation in the public like Mr. Everett. Their spouse whom they are married to should be a person they defend not play mind games with.

Eleanor was begging, almost screaming at me to tell her if I knew anything about the murder of her best friend, yet her husband needed to cover his lower part of the face to hide a smile?

Did his patience with Eleanor run dry? No, that's not it. It's something more important.

Did he run a background check on me? That could be a possibility even if Olivia Vance was dead, and Olivia Holland only had documents proving her identity.

That's if the man actually dug deep into the past of Eleanor Vance, then he might have found something.

"Olivia, can I come in?" Kieran's voice, on the other end of the door, made me crumble the piece of paper into my palm and throw it inside the fireplace as I watched it burn into ashes.

"Come in," I called out to him on the other side.

Kieran stepped inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him as he walked over to the fireplace and took a seat beside me on an armchair.

He had time to spare for me because Irene and him had a falling out after the ball. He didn't seem heartbroken or bothered after Irene and he had broken up again, if I could even call it that.

"What's on your mind today?" I asked him, crossing my legs while the notepad was lying on the blanket.

"I already feel like I'm in a therapy session." He admitted as I took the notepad and gently hit him in the back of the head.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Kieran rubbed the back of his head, glancing at me.

"You disturbed my peacefulness," I said while placing the notepad on the coffee table in front of us.