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"I failed! But you hired mercenaries too, Jared?"

Olivia threw the clutch she had in her hand on the man leisurely leaning on the sofa closing his eyes with his forearms. He had left the top three of his buttons open, revealing his bronze, chiseled chest.

Jared, with a slight twitch of his eyebrows, sat up straight as the clutch landed near him and his brown eyes looked deeply at Olivia.

" I didn't," he said smoothly with no ripples in his face. Like he was speaking the truth. "Where did you go?"

His voice was calm as he spoke and Olivia whose face was red with anger, shifted her eyes away from him out of guilt.

Everything was fine until she received a call and she just left him. The mercenaries she hired backed off and the mercenaries he hired, all died in the hands of some other group who seemed to be much more trained.