Olive merely ignored him and tried to force her way in, but Alfred blocked her from doing so.
Just as they were at a stalemate, the lion gates suddenly opened, and Olive pashed in without another thought
However, she had barely taken a step when a heavy slap landed across her face.
Instantly, a red handprint bloomed on her cheek. The slap had been utterly merciless.
A shrill voice rang out. “You’re actually still alive, Olive? Why are you still alive? Why didn’t you just die in prison?”
Olive looked up toward the source of the volce and found a beautiful woman standing before her.
She recognized the woman. It was none other than Masie–Trevor’s most beloved younger sister and the one who used to
