Chapter 11
Grace’s words carried a clear implication. Noah tugged at my sleeve secretly. He valued this job and didn’t want to offend his boss.
I stopped objecting, noticing from the corner of my eye that Reed was smiling, casually continuing Grace’s conversation.
So he had such an easygoing side to him.
Several successful–looking men approached, raising their glasses to greet them. Reed exchanged pleasantries briefly, then turned to look at me.
“This is Olivia Palmer. She’ll be joining Harlow Industries soon. Please take good care of her.”
“Miss Palmer, a woman who could make Reed Harlow bow his head to old man Harlow must be quite something.”
As they spoke, I finally understood.
Reed was afraid I would face difficulties at Harlow Industries because of his fallout
with them.
He had gone to his father and apologized, kneeling before him.
Fortunately, the old man had been waiting for this day and quickly accepted the apology.
Reed had brought me here to show everyone that Olivia Palmer had his support. My heart softened, and my nose stung with emotion. I gripped my glass and threw
back one drink after another.
With liquid courage coursing through me, I finally dared to pull Reed aside to apologize.
But as soon as I opened my mouth, tears started falling.
“I’m sorry. I should have talked to you properly.
“I had no idea you would do all this for me. I thought you hated me.”
The light cast his tall silhouette like a shadow over me.
Like a wide embrace wrapping around me.
He smiled faintly, his hand reaching out but stopping mid–air, withdrawing again.
His tone was serious yet gentle.
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“Olivia, how could I ever hate you?
“You just need to believe that you are far more excellent and beautiful than you think.”
Before I could savor these words, a commotion erupted in the center of the hall. After screams came continuous cursing.
“Murderer! How did you get in here?”
I ran over, pushing through the crowd to find Noah kneeling on the ground apologizing, his eyes filled with terror.
“He’s that juvenile who killed his own father a few years ago! How did he get in?” I pushed the woman aside and pulled Noah up.
“We’re leaving.”
People who had gathered to watch blocked our way. In the shoving that followed, a familiar voice came from behind me.
“Don’t move.”
