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Chapter 44: The Trap at Moonlight Club–1

Chapter 44: The Trap at Moonlight Club

(Vanessa’s POV)

The Rivers family moved with ruthless efficiency. Less than twenty–four hours after my humiliation, all the arrangements were complete. Two burly security guards. flanked me as we walked through Harbor City Regional Airport, their grip on my arms

tight enough to prevent any escape attempt.

I kept my head high despite the tears threatening to spill. How dare they treat me like

a criminal? After everything I’d done for this family?

As I boarded the plane, hatred consumed me like a living flame. My nails dug

crescents into my palms as I settled into the first–class seat they’d booked to ship me

away.

“Olivia Winters,” I whispered venomously, “all of this is your fault.”

The flight attendant offered me a drink, but I waved her away. My thoughts were too

poisonous for interruption.

Without that woman, Connor would have eventually noticed me. He would have seen my devotion, my love that had never wavered since childhood. He would have been

mine.

“You stole him from me!” I hissed under my breath, causing the passenger across the

aisle to glance over nervously.

I turned to stare out the window as the plane began to taxi. The Western Territory

awaited me–along with someone who might help me overturn this nightmare and exact the revenge I so desperately craved.

A cold smile curved my lips. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

(Olivia’s POV)

The afternoon light slanted through the windows of Moonlaw Legal Services as I organized the last of my case files. Most of my colleagues had already left for the day. when Heather Phillips approached my desk, a manila folder in her manicured hands.

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“Olivia,” she said with a professional smile, “do you have a moment?”

I nodded, setting aside the brief I’d been reviewing. “Of course, Ms. Phillips.”

She placed the folder before me, her expression encouraging. “Usually negotiating cases is the business department’s work, but you know, being a lawyer requires

negotiation skills. It’s better if lawyers can secure cases themselves. I have a

potential client for you to meet.”

Opening the folder, I scanned the documents inside. This was exactly the kind of

opportunity I’d lacked at my previous position in Harbor City, where I’d struggled as an

outsider with no connections.

“This could be valuable experience,” I murmured, genuinely interested.

Heather’s smile widened. “If you land this client, I’ll give you a 20% commission,

stacked on top of your usual legal fees.”

The money didn’t particularly interest me–my focus was on building my professional

reputation. Still, the gesture was appreciated.

“Okay, Ms. Phillips,” I replied, closing the folder. “I’ll handle it.”

She patted my shoulder kindly. “The meeting is set for 7 p.m., Moonlight Club. I’ll have Kenneth Westfield accompany you. Sorry for the overtime.”

I nodded without hesitation. “That’s fine. I appreciate the opportunity.”

As Heather walked away, I checked my watch. Just enough time to prepare.

The office had emptied considerably by 6:30 when I approached Kenneth Westfield’s desk. He was still there, packing his briefcase with exaggerated movements.

“Kenneth,” I began politely, “shall we discuss transportation to Moonlight Club?”

He looked up, his gaze immediately filling with undisguised contempt. “Why don’t you have your boyfriend bring over his luxury SUV to show off?”

I stiffened. Yesterday, Kenneth had seen me step out of Connor’s vehicle at Harbor City Memorial Hospital, and apparently, he’d been nursing his jealousy ever since.

“It’s too late to have him bring the car,” I replied evenly. “I’ll just take a cab.”

My Glacier Blue Bentley Continental GT was still parked at the Winters Family Estate.

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Connor had driven me home yesterday after our visit to Dorothy Jenkins, and I hadn’t

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