Chapter 131

Donovan Sterling glanced at his phone and frowned.

His patience was wearing thin as he meticulously corrected the form sent by Emily Whitaker. Perfectionism was both his strength and his curse.

To find the perfect office for Donovan, Evelyn Sinclair decided to bring Isabella Montgomery along to the nearest real estate agency.

The two women paused in front of an upscale property sales office.

"Does your family even need more properties? Sterling Corporation owns half the city—can't you just pick one?" Isabella raised an eyebrow.

Evelyn shook her head. "No, those are all commercial spaces—too loud, too crowded. Donovan would hate it."

This particular agency exuded quiet luxury, clearly catering to high-end clientele.

"This is a Kensington Group property. Ms. Sinclair, are you sure you're in the right place?"

A cold, familiar voice cut through the air behind her.

Evelyn turned, meeting the woman’s icy gaze.

"Olivia Kensington?"

A slow smirk curved Evelyn’s lips. "Even better."

"You're not welcome here. Get out."

Olivia’s tone was sharp, her expression shifting from professional to venomous in an instant.

If it weren’t for Evelyn, Olivia wouldn’t have fallen from a high-powered executive to a mere sales agent. Industry rivals had used her scandal to crush her reputation. Her life had spiraled into ruin.

"Did I hear that right?" Isabella scoffed. "You're telling us to leave?"

"Yes. Get out. This office won’t serve you." Olivia’s arrogance was palpable.

Without hesitation, Evelyn tapped her phone screen a few times.

"Who doesn’t know how to make a scene?"

Within moments, a composed sales manager approached, her eyes widening slightly when she recognized Evelyn.

"Ms. Sinclair? Is there a problem?"

"Is she your employee?" Isabella tilted her chin, disdain dripping from her words.

The manager glanced at Olivia and forced a polite smile.

"Olivia is one of our top agents—studied abroad, elite education, comes from a wealthy family but chose to build her own career. She’s well-liked here. Did something happen?"

Evelyn’s gaze darkened with amusement. Olivia’s face twitched before she plastered on a fake smile.

"Manager, it’s just a misunderstanding. Let me handle this."

Evelyn tapped her phone again—this time, playing a recording at full volume.

"You're not welcome here. Get out. This office won’t serve you."

Olivia’s face drained of color.

The manager’s expression hardened. "Olivia, you’re fired."

"You can’t do this!" Olivia’s voice cracked. "She’s Evelyn Sinclair—she came here to humiliate me!"

"Enough!" The manager snapped. "The client is always right. Pack your things and leave."

"On what grounds?" Olivia seethed.

"Because I’m the client." Evelyn smirked. "And Olivia? Since when were you a wealthy heiress?"

Every word the manager had praised her for was a lie.

Evelyn leaned back, interlacing her fingers, her smile sweet and mocking.

"Trying to prove something? Olivia Kensington, you were never in my league."

Security arrived. If Olivia didn’t leave willingly, they’d escort her out.

Evelyn’s laughter was light, her eyes glinting with victory.

"Did you really think you could win?"