'How could this be? Why is it like this? There really are no two people in the world who look exactly alike. Matthew is indeed the Pretty Boy I have kept for three years.' Olivia’s heart seemed to be squeezed in someone’s grip, making it hard for her to breathe.
“Speak.” His voice came again, colder and more ruthless than before. Olivia lifted her gaze, only to meet his eyes, locking onto her from across the room. Panicked, Olivia quickly hung up the phone. As expected, the man on the second floor slowly tucked his phone into his pocket.
Olivia's emotions remained unsettled for a long time. She suddenly recalled the first time she met him. On the night Steven took Abigail abroad, Olivia was taken to the Black Horse Club by her friend Luna Cox. She only remembered that they drank a lot th
