Olivia's POV
My eyes widened at his words, and it took me a moment to pull myself together.
“What do you say? It’s a great offer, right? I’m being generous to you.” He smirked at me, and I glared at him, anger bubbling inside of me. “How did you know I’m in debt and that my brother was hospitalized?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled, revealing his beautiful smile, which I ignored—now wasn’t the time to be drooling over him.
“I have my ways, but that’s not the main issue here, Olivia. What’s important is my offer. Do you accept it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow while my frown deepened. It was obvious he had made some inquiries about me, but does that mean he isn’t aware that I’m the daughter of the family he led assassins to kill, or has he forgotten about it? Perhaps he has killed
