Because I’d once brought him to the plant, and since he was timid and afraid of rumors about being his sister’s secret lover, he pretended to be my brother for convenience. Everyone believed it.
But Olivia, hearing of his death, wasn’t just indifferent—she even seemed a little gloating.
A man had just died in her factory, and all she could think about was strolling with her assistant.
My heart turned to ice. If she wouldn’t care about her own brother’s death, why should I bother?
When Olivia came back later, Ryan was right behind her in a see-through shirt.
“Ms. Carter, you really dared to bring me home in broad daylight. Aren’t you worried your husband will be angry? What game are we playing tonight?”
Olivia eagerly caressed his chest. “That depends on you.”
As they entered the house and leaned in for a kiss, they froze the moment they saw me sitting in the living room, sipping coffee.
“Michael Carter, what are you doing here?”
Olivia’s face twisted with embarrassment. She stared at me in shock.
“There’s been a death at the factory, and instead of handling it, you’re here drinking coffee?”
Why shouldn’t I drink coffee?