Olivia Sparks

Right now, Olivia hated Wyatt more. How could the guy easily get along with others except her? And how come the little one was so comfortable around a stranger?

She felt a pang of jealousy. She was like little Aerith before, waiting under the shade of a tree for someone to visit her, but ended up getting disappointed when nobody came. Eventually, she got tired of waiting, it came to a point where it didn't matter who was knocking in front of her door.

"I think we shouldn't be staying here. Looks like Wyatt didn't need us anyway," Olivia said and sighed. She regarded the man she loathed so much next to her father.

"Yeah, I think he knows what to do. Wait, let me leave him a message." Maxen dug up his phone from his pants pocket and fired a message to Wyatt, smiling as he sent the short text.

From their vantage point, they could see Wyatt pause for a second. Olivia and Maxen thought Wyatt would check his phone but to their surprise, he trained his gaze back to the little one beside him. 

"What a showoff," Olivia huffed and pivoted on her heel. "Let's goooo, Max. Leave them alone. They have a lot of catching up to do."

Olivia was steps away when Maxen finally left the spot they were standing on. He took look strides, catching up on Olivia's retreating back, and lacing their fingers together.

"How about the intel that he got last time in the auction? He'll be busy with the little one now," Olivia raised the question that was bugging her earlier. She didn't want to ruin the mood, but the topic was worth mentioning at that moment.

Maxen grunted. If it was up to him, he would gladly take over Wyatt's place, but the issue was concerning the royal family and their safety, hence, he was not included in the team that was in charge of the intel Wyatt gathered during the auction.

"We have a plan in place, but that's it. We're just waiting for them to make a move."

"Does Dad know about it? Isn't it unsafe for him to be in the same circle as Lance?"

"He won't do anything stupid unless he's stupid."

"Trust me, he is stupid."

"Then he just signed his death warrant." Maxen rolled his tongue over his teeth. He should have rendered the insolent bastard paraplegic or bedridden that night. Letting the guy lose gave him the chance to wreak havoc under the Suis' noses.

"Does the Lee Family know of his transactions? I mean, they should, right? He's a part of the family."

As they reached their waiting car, Maxen held the door open for Olivia. He placed his hand on the small of her back as he ushered her in the car. "He is a Go. He will never be a Lee even if he tried to change his surname," Maxen scoffed in derision.

Lance Go became the laughing stock of the business community when he tried to file for a legal change in surname, changing it from Go to his wife Selena's last name—the prestigious Lee Family name.

Grandpa Lee was furious when news reached his ears. How dare that peasant change his surname? He already got what he wanted and married a Lee lady. Why make it obvious for everyone that he was after Selena's surname since the beginning?

In the end, Lance Go's petition was trashed, and his dream of bearing a prestigious surname was quashed. 

On the car ride to one of the Lin's malls, Maxen nipped his wife's ear. He grinned his boyish grin when Olivia stared daggers at him. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. You're busy with your phone."

"That's Grumpybot, nagging me again," Olivia said and huffed, tightening Maxen's arm that was wrapped on her waist.

"Grumpybot?" Maxen tilted his head to the right, unsure if he knew someone who went by the name. He was really bad at names and he should do something about it.

"Grumpy Abbott. He's reminding me for my Princess 101 as if Maya and Mom aren't enough to teach me." She looked up to Maxen and pouted. "It's hard to be a princess. Don't do this, don't do that. Right smile, right angle. I'm just venting out. This Grumpybot knew I should be resting but he insisted on sending a quiz about the history of Nisia." She slumped back in Maxen's cocoon, her energy depleted just at the thought of all the things she had to keep in mind.

"Trust me, baby. You're a natural. Really? You're stressed about a quiz? Shouldn't it be the quiz stressing about you because for sure you will ace it and smash it."

A slow smile curved Olivia's lips. She took Maxen's hand that was resting on her belly and bit his index finger. "Stop patronizing me. It's bad for my big ego."

Maxen buried his face on the side of her head, sniffing her hair. "I'm not. I'm telling you the truth."

The convoy was nearing the mall when it suddenly alarmed Maxen. He didn't like the idea of Olivia being visible to the public not when there was a threat lurking behind the shadows. 

However, his wife badly needed the company of other people especially now after what happened last week. "I'll be up in Ollie's office waiting for you and please, not too much walking around shopping," he informed Olivia who was now fixing her make-up.

Clamming her compact mirror shut, she puckered up her lips in front of Maxen, kissing him on the lips thereafter. "I'll be having a dry run of Sir Abbott's lessons tonight so I won't be out really late. And don't worry about privacy because Ava said she booked the entire restaurant for us, so it'll be just the three of us inside. Give us two hours. We will pop-in Ollie's office after. Okay?"

Nodding his head, Maxen checked everything on Olivia: her earpiece, the tracker in her watch, and the panic button disguised as an orchid pin in her blouse. 

She should have a mic on her but because of the nature of her work, the Royal Security Team and Maxen agreed to her terms of wearing a panic button instead of a mic.

"Okay, you're good to go." Maxen eyed Olivia from head to toe. He kneaded her h.i.p.s and pressed her to his c.h.e.s.t, grinning as their eyes met. "Just one last smooch before you leave."

After twenty minutes, all thanks to Maxen's refusal to let her go, Olivia arrived at the restaurant that Ava had booked for the gal pals.

"Gosh. Do you want to bet that we will hear royal baby news before the year ends?" Emily uttered under her breath. She took a sip of her mimosa, closing her eyes in appreciation of the zing as it made a line on her throat as she swallowed her drink. 

Ava snorted in her seat. She covered her nose with the length of her index finger, bowing to hide the smile that painted her face. 

"Gosh. Maxen won't let me go," Olivia said as she sat down on a chair across from Emily. She looked around the place and loved the oasis theme going on inside, and nodded in appreciation. "Is this place new? This is my first time here."

Ava giddily bobbed her head. "Do you like it? It's one of my projects to keep me busy, actually. This is my mom's restaurant and she gave me the free reins to do whatever I want."

Olivia's hearing heightened. She took the opportunity to speak before Emily got to open her mouth. "Do you want to help me with my project too? It's just a small one." 

"Sure. Is it your condo? I have a nice idea for condos. We have to maximize the view and…"

Olivia raised her hand in a stop, interrupting Ava's speech that was laced with nothing but excitement.

"I was thinking about Notios, but if you want to work on Rockaway too, that would be fantastic."

"Eh?" Ava tilted her head to the side, wondering if she should accept Olivia's invitation, her beady eyes narrowed at her sister-in-law who was smiling sweetly at her which raised goosebumps all over Ava's body. "That's a mansion, Livi. You need to pay me for my services."

"Ha!" Emily chuckled in her seat. She patted Ava's back and smiled broadly like a proud mother hen. "Dearest Ava is learning. Usually, she would just say yes. I'm proud of you sis!"

Scoffing at Emily, Olivia trained her gaze back to Ava. "I'll be your first 'royal' customer. That would give your profile a big boost if you wanted to take interior designing seriously."

"But people didn't know you're a royal yet, Livi. Not even Ollie knows you're married, and me… I just found out about it last week which is why I invited you guys here to celebrate Olivia's marriage. Yey!" She gestured for a staff to come over.

Three heads snapped to the sound where the rolling wheels were coming from. Right before their very eyes was a tray full of assorted plants.