Terrified by his fierce gaze, Sophia froze and respectfully replied without a moment of hesitation, “Please wait a second while I get her.” While saying so, she dashed into the back room.
In the meantime, Olivia was instructing one of the designers when she saw Sophia entering frantically. She looked up and asked, “What’s the matter?” After composing herself, Sophia answered, “There’s a man outside insisting to see you.”
Olivia was shocked. “Who?” She set down the things in her hand and rose to her feet to head outside. Sophia then gave her a heads-up. “I don’t recognize him, but he looks kind of scary. Miss Olivia, please be careful.”
In response, Olivia acknowledged Sophia’s warning and went out. However, she was dumbfounded when she saw the man before her. Back when she was at Double Dragon Court, she had been educated on a few influential figures, so she could easily recognize him-he was the leader of Samuel Court, Christoff Stevenson. Cruel and violence were his middle name. Why is he here?
Without much time to think about it, she politely greeted Christoff, “Hi there, I heard you’re looking for me. What’s the matter?” A trace of shock subconsciously appeared in Christoff’s eyes while he forced a smile on his originally cold face. ‘So, you’re Eugene Nolan’s woman, Olivia Maxwell?”
Hearing that question, Olivia seemed to have realized a lot of things. So, this is why he insists on meeting me. He must be one of the assassins from Samuel Court, who was sent to jail by Eugene and is now out for revenge!
“Yes, I am, and you are?” She pretended not to know him. The man chuckled. “No wonder Eugene keeps you so well-protected. You’re indeed gorgeous.” Olivia humbly replied, “I’m flattered. Just at matter of type, I suppose.”
Christoff asked with a raised eyebrow, “Does your store provide custom-made clothes?” She answered, “We do.” “If that’s the case, I’d like for you to design a set for me,” he said. Olivia affirmed, “Sure. Have a seat, sir.” While saying so, she pulled out a chair to get him seated.
After Christoff sat down, he kept staring at Olivia. This left Olivia with slightly furrowed eyebrows, but she quickly composed herself. “Sir, can I have your last name?” Leaning lazily against the chair, he half- heartedly uttered, “Stevenson!”
With a professional attitude, she asked, “Do you have a preferred design? Or you can tell me what kind of style you’d like, and I’ll try my best to satisfy your requests.” Grinning, Christoff looked at her with affectionate eyes. “Satisfy my requests? Ha! Miss Maxwell, your words are misleading.”
While looking at him, Olivia explained, “What I meant is that I will satisfy any requests you have on the style of your custom-made clothing. Mr. Stevenson, you should control your imaginations.”
He burst out laughing and suddenly leaned. forward while looking at her with a teasing gaze. “It’s hard for me to control myself with you sitting in front of me.” Her face instantly fell. “If that’s the case, I might have to ask you to leave, Mr. Stevenson.”
As his expression darkened, Christoff sneered. “Leave? How are you supposed to manage a business when you can’t even take a small joke?” However, Olivia did not back down. I’m running a clothing store, not a nightclub!”
He retorted, “What’s the difference? You still have to satisfy your customer’s requests.” “Of course, there is a difference. None of my customers talk like you!” she rebuked coldly. A smirking Christoff asked, “What? Have I offended you?”
She replied, “Yes, you have. If you want someone to satisfy that kind of request, you have the wrong store. Please leave!” He laughed in response. “You look like an innocent little rabbit on the outside, but you’re actually a wildcat. Miss Maxwell, it seems that your appearance is rather deceiving.
