ADRIAN’S POV.
“Yes, am supposed to go on a date with Dora tomorrow,” I said to James on the phone as I poured myself a glass of whiskey.
“What about work? There are some clients you need to speak to personally.” James replied on the phone.
I walked over to my library and was about to take a seat when I heard my
Who could that be?
“I’ll call you back in a few minutes,” I said dropping my phone on the table.
I walked over to the door and opened it.
Shopping bags were everywhere.
I furrowed my brows, what was this?
doorbell.
“Can I help you?” I asked the delivery man standing there, looking almost bored.
“Are you Adrian Westwood?” the man asked, flipping through a delivery list.
“Yes.”
“I was asked to deliver these here to your house,” he said casually.
To my house, who could have sent this?
I arched an eyebrow. Who?”
The delivery guy pulled out a slip from his back pocket, quickly skimming it before reading the name out loud.
“Umm… Olivia Westwood.”
Huh?
I opened the shopping bags slightly and saw different things, quality branded bags, quality designer shoes, quality dresses lots of them.
“Please sign here.” The delivery guy said while handing me a piece of paper and a pen
signed, still taking in the ridiculous amount of bags surrounding me.
The guy left, and I called my/maids to bring everything inside. It wasn’t like I was going. to deal with this nonsense myself.
Once they cleared everything, I headed back to my library, but before I could even sit down, my phone buzzed.
I picked it up, and what I saw made my entire body go still.
A debit alert. $76,000 was withdrawn from my account.
Was this right or did they make a mistake?
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CHAPTER ME
I immediately called my account officer’s number.
“Janet, I just got a debit alert from my account. I don’t remember making any transactions like this. What’s going on?”
“Just give me a moment, sir,” she said, clicking away on her keyboard.
A few seconds later, she responded, “Okay, sir. Your history shows that your last transaction of $76,000 was spent at a Gucci store on 123 Main St.”
Huh?
I went back to the living room to check the shopping bags that were delivered
The bags had the Gucci sign on them
So this was Olivia doing?
I let out a sigh as I realized I was the idiot who hadn’t changed my credit card password.
“It’s fine. I’m aware of the transaction,” I said curtly.
“Alright, sir,” Janet said before I ended the call.
I leaned on the sofa taking a look at all the items, when she told me she was going shopping I thought she was going to use her own money.
ve her the right to use my money?
no spends 76 thousand dollars on bags and shoes for crying out loud?
saw one of the cars pulling up and knew that was Olivia.
And she had a lot of explaining to do
The front door creaked open, and Olivia strolled in. She barely glanced in my direction and was about to head upstairs when I called her name.
“Olivia,” I said, my tone sharp. “What is this?”
She turned, looking completely unbothered. “I went shopping.”
“With my money?” I asked, my voice colder now.
She tilted her head slightly and crossed her arms. “Well, I’m under your roof. Who else‘ s money would I use?”
My fingers clenched around the whiskey glass in my hand. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what I said.” She shrugged. “You don’t want me to work, you don’t want me to start my own business, so I’ll use your money.”
A short laugh escaped my lips. “Let’s say I did allow you to get a job–do you think you could buy all this with a 9–to–5 salary?” I gestured toward the mountain of shopping bags.
What I was saying was the truth, all this here is basically someone’s yearly salary and
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CHAPTER 018
she just spent it in one day.
She rolled her eyes. “Well, obviously no, but you have more than enough.”
“I don’t know what this fuss is about, it’s not like I dented your bank account or something,” Olivia added.
Why was she speaking this way, did she have a change of personality or did she hit her head?
It’s like I brought back a new person, the Olivia I knew a few months ago was calm and humble so what’s this?
“No, you
didn’t but keep this up every day and you might,” I said
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said.
I inhaled sharply, trying to contain my irritation. “You’re still not getting my point, Olivia. This was reckless spending. You can buy a damn house with all this.”
She met my gaze without hesitation. “I know.”
My patience thinned. “You know? And you still went ahead and did it?”
“this past few days you have been getting under my skin a lot,” I added
I saw a small smile appear on her face, and something about it made me pause. Was she doing this on purpose?
“You started this when you forced me back here, so get used to it,” she said bluntly. Then, without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away.
I stood there, watching her disappear upstairs, my jaw tightening.
Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t Olivia.
Olivia was never the kind that liked material things, she liked keeping a low profile, so why the sudden love for designer bags and shoes
I sat back on the couch, my mind racing. Was this her way of retaliating? Was she -testing me?
Or worse… Was someone influencing her?
She doesn’t have any female friends I know of
I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temples. I needed to keep a closer eye on her. Because whatever she was planning, she wasn’t going to win.
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