Olivia Returns to Vintage Cellar

TWO WEEKS LATER...

Olivia finally stepped her foot inside Vintage Cellar amidst her mother's ongoing second trial.

And now, as she strutted through the entrance in her red-bottom heels, chin lifted high, it was as if she had never left.

The sleek marble floors gleamed under the bright office lights, but despite the usual hum of business, a peculiar tension settled in the air.

People were avoiding her.

Staff who once scurried to greet her now scattered like frightened mice at the sight of her approaching. Employees who had no choice but to pass by her kept their heads down, pretending to be engrossed in their phones or paperwork.

Her reputation as a tyrant had long been established. And honestly? She didn't care.

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Olivia walked into her office and let out a pleased hum. Nothing had changed.