Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 261: The Alpha’s Birthday

(Olivia’s POV)

Not long after the beginning of August, I received good news one after another. Victoria Hartwell was officially prosecuted for indecent assault, with the case being handed over to the procuratorate.

The satisfaction I felt was immense. Justice was finally being served for her malicious attempt to destroy my relationship with Connor.

Meanwhile, Rivers Pack Holdings‘ acquisition of Miranda Blackwood’s subsidiaries was proceeding smoothly. Connor had moved swiftly to dismantle her family’s business empire piece by piece.

Brandon Cole’s fate was even more grim. After a month in the hospital, he was arrested as soon as he was discharged.

With Connor Rivers‘ assistance, the police uncovered a slew of his past crimes. r**e, negligent homicide, and causing public disturbances – the list went on and on.

Even though his father, Charles Blackwood, had publicly disowned him, Connor did not let the Cole Pack off the hook. The same day Brandon was arrested, Charles was also taken away by the supervisory commission for investigation.

“Connor doesn’t do things halfway,” I murmured to myself, impressed by his thoroughness in dealing with threats to our relationship.

Amidst these resolutions, Rivers Pack Holdings and Silverridge Holdings began to collaborate. This made Connor Rivers a frequent and welcome visitor at the Winters residence.

The more time Richard Winters spent with him, the more he grew to admire the young Alpha. His old prejudices against Connor and the Rivers Pack completely dissolved.

“Olivia, that young man has excellent character,” my father told me one evening. “I was wrong to judge him so harshly before.”

In the sweltering August heat of Riverdale, Connor also launched a charm offensive at Moonstone Legal Partners. He arranged for afternoon tea to be delivered to the entire staff every workday at three.

The rotating menu included sweet soups, moonberry tea, coffee, and desserts. Frank Langley executed this task flawlessly.

Within a week, the employees were singing “Alpha Connor’s” praises. I couldn’t help but smile at his strategic approach to winning over my colleagues.

Adrian Sinclair often overheard his colleagues gossiping about how perfect Connor and I were for each other as mates. His friend Derek Sullivan advised him to give up pursuing me.

“Olivia’s clearly chosen her Alpha,” I heard Derek tell Adrian one afternoon. “You should focus your attention elsewhere.”

The days flew by, and soon it was August 20th, Connor Rivers‘ birthday. He was hosting a party at one of his villas, inviting only his and my closest friends.

I took the event very seriously, hiring a stylist and calling upon Rebecca Frost and Lily to help me choose the perfect outfit.

After trying on a dozen dresses, I was still unsatisfied. Nothing seemed quite right for such an important occasion.

Inwardly, they both marveled that this was the dress Connor had commissioned from a world–renowned designer just for me. But I remained oblivious to this detail.

I worried it was too formal for a simple birthday celebration. “Don’t you think it’s a bit much?”

At six–thirty that evening, I arrived at the party with my friends. I was surprised to see so many guests milling about the elegant villa.

The crowd included not just our mutual friends like Gabriel Andrews and Ethan Quinn, but also colleagues from my firm and more of Connor’s acquaintances.

I found it odd, as Connor was never one for large, lively gatherings. He typically preferred intimate settings with close friends.

Miranda Blackwood, who was still trying to move on from her unrequited feelings, was notably not in attendance. I felt a pang of sympathy for her situation.

Just as we entered the beautifully decorated foyer, Lily grabbed my arm with sudden urgency. “Liv, come with me,” she said, her voice carrying an excitement she was trying to suppress.

I asked with a laugh, “Where are we going? The party’s just getting started.”

“You’ll know when we get there,” Lily said mysteriously. Rebecca appeared on my other side, flanking me with matching secretive smiles.

Flanked by my friends, I was led forward through the villa’s corridors. I was utterly bewildered by their strange behavior.

“What’s going on, Lily? Where are you taking me?” I protested, trying to look back toward the main hall. “Connor is still in the hall waiting for us.”

“You’ll know soon,” Lily repeated, pulling a confused me deeper into the unfamiliar villa.