Sold out

Olivia had never responded well to alcohol. What would be the point of someone wasting their valuable time by letting themselves drown in alcohol? It wasn't until today that she was able to answer that question and come up with Noah Jones's response.

She did not consume a great deal of alcohol; instead, she merely consumed a couple of semi-full glasses of the whiskey that she discovered in April's cabinet. Her brother had fallen in love with a non-drinking individual. She laughed at the idea. She was intoxicated when she referred to April as a drunkard, leading her to imagine and act in a manner that was completely out of character. She believed that she had shed tears at one point, but she wouldn't start weeping now, would she? She never shed a tear.

She felt the urge to cry if she hadn't already, as she gazed at the blue-draped room. Olivia, sitting on top of the couch at April's apartment, had no concerns about falling on her back if she did not exercise sufficient caution.

As she contemplated the upcoming day, numerous thoughts raced through her mind.

She had pulled her hair back into a sloppy bun, even though she was still wearing the navy blue outfit she had worn to work. Tomorrow was her last day at 'work' in Fort Lauderdale, and at this point, she would miss April's apartment. April's apartment was simple and reminiscent of a home, unlike her own, adorned with marble and expensive furniture.

The timing of her departure from Fort Lauderdale is unfortunate. Almost losing her balance on the couch, she let out a snort.

It was clear to her that the hypothesis was too plausible to be genuine. Individuals such as Noah Jones were not susceptible to forgiveness for acts such as humiliation and treachery; their reputation preceded them. Despite not being the closest of friends, Noah and April managed to get along. Their relationship sometimes went differently. On the other hand, their relationship seemed to undergo a significant change; Noah harbored a deep-seated hatred for April, which could only be explained by the fact that April had done something to infuriate Noah.

The next person to come up was 'Livvy Williams,' the woman who publicly poured a bottle of champagne on him. Noah Jones would never forgive that incident in his entire life. Noah had no information regarding Livvy, and he was aware that he could only exact his vengeance on her by ensuring that she remained a member of the company. Olivia understood he was plotting something. Given that he had just seen her grandma, who was purportedly sick, in Australia the day before, what else could she anticipate from him? There was no specific answer to that question. Olivia Miller was ready for any challenge and armed with the understanding that she could anticipate anything from Noah Jones. However, she was more intelligent than Noah Jones. As the saying goes, "It takes two to tango."

The ringing of Olivia's phone jolted her out of her reverie. She sighed and carefully repositioned herself on the couch, placing her feet on the transparent glass coffee table. Deliberately, she removed her mobile phone from the table and placed it on her ear. "Hello?" She came dangerously close to stuttering, but the yawn that went out of her mouth saved her.

"Hi there, Livvy! Hello, it's April." April murmured, and Olivia let out a long, deep sigh. The call that she had been anticipating finally arrived. "Livvy, why have you been ignoring my calls?" She asked with a wistful tone.

For the next few days, that was all the reassurance Olivia needed to decide about her future relationship with Jones Enterprises and Miami. "I'm fine, April; how nice of you to think of me." In response, Olivia spoke with a snarky tone while simultaneously putting one arm on the phone and crossing the other over her chest.

From the other end, April let out a sigh. "Livvy, there's something I need to tell you." Olivia shrugged, conveying a lack of interest in April's words. "Please don't get mad." When April asked, Olivia rolled her eyes in frustration. April was taking the whole sister act very seriously.

"I won't get mad or even angry," Olivia said in a robotic tone.

"Promise?" April inquired in a more subdued tone.

Olivia rolled her eyes once more at her adversary's deeds. "April, I don't have all day," she said, her teeth clenched.

Olivia Miller's wrath seemed the worst, and April breathed relief. To the contrary, she thought. "Do you remember our deal where you had to work in my place for a week?" she asked.

"What about it?" Olivia raised her eyebrows at the woman's impending words, certain she would not find them enjoyable. Who was she trying to deceive with her ridiculousness? She scoffed at her own foolishness. Without a doubt, she was not going to be pleased with it.

"The hospital admitted Nana this morning due to her worsening condition." It was April who spoke, and her words lingered in the air.

Olivia closed her eyes and remained silent as she felt the wrath growing inside her. Even after gaining the ability to speak the truth, the witch continued to deceive herself by telling another lie. "Hey there, Olivia, I'm not coming back because, let's face it, you're my doll. You must do everything I say because I own you." "I'm now instructing you to be a competent girl and continue working as my personal assistant." Something like that would have been acceptable, and they would not have continued this exhausting discourse.

April added, "I'm going to have to stay for the next three weeks until Nana gets back on her feet." She observed that Olivia remained silent throughout the conversation. After she had finished her sentence, Olivia hung up on her. She waited for her to finish her sentence. "Hello, Sister! Are you still there?"

If April Williams had anticipated that Olivia would become explosively angry, she would be highly dissatisfied with the outcome. What was the point of Olivia yelling at and cursing her when she could have quickly numbed the anger with a glass of whiskey? After removing her hair tie and letting her curls bounce on her shoulders, she lowered her feet off the table and stepped away. Additionally, her phone rang, but she chose to ignore it. As soon as it rang for the second time, she hung up the phone. When the phone rang for the third time, she clenched her hands and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for the confrontation. After sitting up straight and taking a few deep breaths, she answered the phone. "Yes?" She responded with as much composure as she could!

"Livvy, look." "I understand that you are mad, but please try to understand," April began after taking a long breath and continuing her statement.

"Understand?" A furious interruption came from Olivia, who then proceeded to the cupboard. "Should I make an effort to understand? Have faith in me, sister; I understand. After saying it calmly, she abruptly placed a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter and then removed a glass from the bottle.

There was a pause as April attempted to digest what she had just said; it was clear that she had not anticipated that Olivia would say that. "You do?" She made a stuttering sound. Olivia rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to snap and ruin everything.

"That is beyond doubt! The fact that we are sisters is the least of your concerns. Are you expecting me to lose my composure and explain the situation? She drank the whiskey in one mouthful. "This won't do it!" "This won't do it!" she thought to herself as she put the glass away and brought the bottle home to the couch she was sitting on.

"Without a doubt! You are my sister, my dear." Olivia disapproved of April's exclamation because it was excessively passionate.

"Yes, this is the reason," Olivia said, raising the bottle of whiskey to her lips. Please forgive me, my sister. I thought you had no brain cells here, but God spared us a slight disappointment. Thanks for your forgiveness. We are indeed sisters, and she took one for me; I did not doubt that you would go above and beyond for me. I am grateful to you." While April was speaking, Olivia snorted.

"What exactly are you claiming? I would be able to come through for you. As sisters, we must stand by each other in the face of villains, even those clad in power suits." While April was struggling to resist the impulse to hang up on her, Olivia added, "I'm drowning myself in these alcohol." "Do you still remember the person who was arrogant, self-centered, insensitive, impolite, unapologetic, egoistic, emotionless, cruel, and manipulative?" she asked. Are they billionaires? Olivia asked, recalling the words she had spoken a few months earlier.

"Yes." In response to April's stuttering, Olivia smiled. She wished to be in April's presence so she could witness her expression when she revealed it.

Olivia continued to immerse herself in whiskey while laughing sarcastically. "Of course you do; after all, they are all around." She said, "However, sister, you need not be concerned, as I will continue working until our grandmother's health improves." "You can phone your boss and tell him that I am looking forward to working with him, and you can also tell him that you do not want to throw me a farewell party just yet." Olivia muttered, and then she hung up the phone before letting it slip out of her grasp. The effects of the alcohol were starting to wear her out. The fact that she could still construct phrases that made sense was a complete surprise to her. As soon as she lay on the couch, she instantly drifted to 'dreamland.' She had placed the bottle of whiskey that was only halfway full on the coffee table.

When April returned to Durban, she took a deep breath as the chilly gaze of her guest entered her bones. After taking a few shaky breaths, she steadied herself by placing her phone on the coffee table. "She's agreed." Immediately after she finished her statement, Noah slammed a check on the table, causing April to jump. April wore a white robe and a lovely white towel over her head, complementing her white face. She was anything but relaxed, even though she had planned to relax.

With a chilly expression on his face, Noah stood up and attempted to repair his suit while simultaneously fixing April. "OK." You should steer clear of my company if you wish to maintain your job. "And if you dare to say even a single word about this to your sister or anyone else, your boyfriend will be hearing a lot about what you did with the money he sent you to pay for your grandmother's medical bills," he said. In response to Noah's threat, April took a deep breath and swallowed, her face turning pale. I must warn you that David Miller does not like deceit. I do not doubt that you are aware of that." April flinched in response to the gravity of his calmly spoken words.

"Yes." While stuttering, April eagerly nodded her head. With a look of disgust on his face, Noah scrutinized her thoroughly before shaking his head. After glancing in her direction, he turned around and proceeded to the entrance where Theo was standing. Theo opened the door for him, and before he left, he delivered one final blow to April. He nodded, and Theo acknowledged his presence.

"Your grandmother hasn't seen you in three years, and she told me to ask when you would visit her." The door to her apartment closed with a click, and the sound of Noah's words reverberated throughout the entire space, leaving her shivering in terror and shame. Her hands shook as she took up the check, and she looked at the signature with deep dread. She had just sold her soul to the devil for a salary equivalent to two months' worth of work.