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Chapter 142 An Eye for a

Chapter 142: An Eye for an Eye

Chapter 142: An Eye for an Eye

(Olivia’s POV)

On the way to Harbor City Memorial Hospital, I pulled out my new phone and dialed Lily’s number. My fingers trembled slightly as I waited for her to answer.

“Olivia!” Lily’s voice was filled with relief. “I’ve been trying to reach you all night! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “There was an incident last night, but I’m safe now.”

I could hear her sharp intake of breath. “What kind of incident? You sound different.”

“I can’t explain everything right now,” I replied. “But I need you to know that I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.” After reassuring Lily, I immediately called Rebecca Frost. Her phone rang several times before she picked up. “Olivia? Thank god!” Rebecca’s voice cracked with emotion. “I heard something happened. Are you hurt?” “I’m alive,” I said simply. “That’s what matters right now.”

Rebecca’s silence told me she understood the gravity of what I wasn’t saying. “Do you need anything? I can come to you.”

“No, stay where you are,” I instructed. “I’ll contact you when things settle down.”

After ending the call, I directed the driver to the hotel where Emma was staying. The familiar streets of Harbor City blurred past the window as my mind raced with plans for revenge.

When I arrived at the hotel, Emma was waiting in the lobby. Her face lit up with relief when she saw me, but I could see the worry lines around her eyes.

“Olivia!” She rushed to embrace me. “I was so scared when I couldn’t reach you.”

hugged her back, drawing comfort from her genuine concern. “I’m here now. That’s what matters.”

Emma pulled back to study my face. “You look exhausted. Have you eaten anything today?”

I realized I hadn’t thought about food since the ordeal began. “No, I haven’t.”

“Let’s go eat together,” I suggested, checking my watch. The afternoon was slipping away, and I had important business to attend to later.

Emma readily agreed. “Okay. What do you want to eat?”

When I asked what she preferred, Emma smiled. “I’m fine with anything.”

I proposed looking for a restaurant nearby. We found a quiet café a few blocks from the hotel, and I ordered something light while Emma chose a hearty meal.

As we ate, I watched Emma’s animated expressions as she talked about her job search. Her optimism was infectious, even in my current dark mood.

“Actually,” I said, setting down my fork, “you could apply for a job at Moonlaw Legal Services through the normal procedures.”

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Emma’s eyes widened with excitement. “Really? You think I’d have a chance?”

“With your qualifications and work ethic? Absolutely,” I assured her.

Emma beamed. “I’d love that opportunity.”

“Have you found a place to live yet?” I asked, remembering her temporary hotel situation.

Emma shook her head. “Not yet. I’m still looking.”

“Let me help you,” I offered. “I know Harbor City well, and finding good housing can be tricky.”

Emma politely declined. “Thank you, but I can manage on my own.”

I insisted, concerned about her unfamiliarity with the city. “Emma, Harbor City can be dangerous for someone who doesn’t know the area. Please let me help.”

After some gentle persuasion, Emma eventually accepted my offer. “Alright, if you’re sure it’s not too much

trouble.”

I checked the time and realized I needed to move quickly. “I should take you back to the hotel now. I have something important to attend to.”

Emma nodded understandingly. “Of course. Thank you for dinner.”

After dropping Emma back at the hotel, I immediately drove to Grey Holdings headquarters. The imposing glass building loomed against the darkening sky as I parked my modest BMW sedan.

Just as I turned off the engine, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number. I recalled seeing several such numbers earlier but hadn’t paid them much attention.

I answered cautiously. “Hello?”

“Olivia, you finally answered!” Ethan Grey’s voice was filled with concern. “Where are you? Are you alright? Did Frederick Warner do anything to you?”

My fingers tightened around the phone as inexplicable rage soared to the top of my head. The sound of his voice made my blood boil.

Suppressing my anger, I replied coldly, “I was almost killed thanks to you. I’m outside your company now.” There was a moment of stunned silence. “You’re… what? Where exactly are you?”

“Stop talking nonsense and come down,” I said impatiently. “We need to talk.”

Ethan seemed incredulous. “You’re really here? At Grey Holdings?”

“Yes,” I snapped. “Now get down here.”

He quickly agreed. “I’ll be right down, Wait in the lobby for me.”

I ended the call and walked into the sleek lobby of Grey Holdings. The marble floors gleamed under the crystal chandeliers, and I chose a leather sofa near the reception area.

Before Ethan arrived, however, I encountered another familiar face. A woman in a cream–white Chanel approached, carrying a white designer bag with light blue patterns.

Her style was seven or eight points similar to mine, and her hairstyle was exactly the same as mine. I initially didn’t recognize her but noticed the woman’s similar attire and took a second look.

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It was Cassandra Evans.

I frowned, feeling as though I was being targeted by something dirty. The blatant imitation was both pathetic

and infuriating.

Noticing my gaze, Cassandra stiffened and frowned, walking toward me. “Olivia Winters?”

Cassandra’s mind seemed to race, and her expression darkened. I remained seated on the sofa, looking up at

her with a mocking smile.

“Oh, it’s you,” I said with deliberate condescension. “For a moment, I thought you were one of my younger sisters. Did you recently start imitating me, playing the ‘pathetic replacement‘ card?”

Cassandra’s face paled as she realized I had seen through her imitation. “Imitate you? Heh, you’re too narcissistic. Do I need to imitate you?”

She adjusted her expression, trying to regain her composure.

I scrutinized Cassandra from head to toe and chuckled softly.

“What are you laughing at?” Cassandra asked, clearly annoyed.

“I suddenly remembered a classic tale,” I replied, looking directly at her. “I don’t know if Miss Evans has ever heard of the saying about a plain woman trying to copy a beauty’s frown?”

Cassandra’s face turned green. Of course, she knew the story I was referencing.

“I’ve never seen someone as narcissistic as you,” Cassandra retorted. “Is this style of dress your patent?”

I laughed genuinely. “Of course, the dress is not my patent. Miss Evans, you just happen to dress like me, your hairstyle is similar to mine, your makeup is similar to mine, and even the perfume you use is exactly the same as mine, right?”

I paused for effect. “Everything is a coincidence. You’re certainly not imitating. I just happened to be here.” Cassandra’s expression was extremely unpleasant, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

“Olivia!” a joyful voice suddenly interrupted before she could respond.

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