"I can't believe you tried to hurt Maxen," Olivia tutted and shook her head in dismay at Oliver. 

Stopping in his tracks, Oliver dipped his hand in his pocket and c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Olivia. "Just so you know, I'm not even sorry about it."

"That's not a surprise. You were never apologetic about anything."

Oliver shrugged. There was no way Olivia would understand him for he knew her loyalty lay with Maxen's and not with him. "He's the one who owes me an apology. Not me." Putting a period on their conversation, he moved on and headed inside ahead of Olivia.

"Wow." Olivia's mouth hung open and she couldn't believe what she heard from Oliver. "Are you serious? I don't get it, Ollie. Why were you so riled up? Are you secretly in love with Maxen? Because I seriously can't come up with a reason why you went berserk earlier."

"Maybe I was." Oliver shrugged yet again, and it annoyed the heck out of Olivia.

Seeing that pressing more questions on Oliver at that moment won't yield answers, Olivia stopped pestering him and just checked her reflection in her compact mirror. 

Her lips quivered in anger upon seeing a smudge on the corner of her lips. Maxen overdid on the kissing department again. Sometimes Olivia wondered if he was doing it on purpose. 

Clamming her mirror close, she slipped it inside her purse as she caught up with Oliver, who was slithering his way inside the hotel's lobby.

Sea of heads filled the hotel ballroom hall where ODSC was being held, and a deafening buzz of chatter bounced off the walls as people touched bases with whoever their eyes laid upon.

Not far from where the siblings stood, a hand waving in their direction caught their attention. It was Oliver's personal assistant, a man in his late twenties, and his name was Seth.

"Good morning, Ms. Olivia. Good morning, sir." Seth greeted Olivia first, slightly bowing his head.

"Morning," the siblings replied in unison. 

Seeing that as his cue, Seth handed them one packet each which contained their event passes, a custom pen, and notepad bearing the conference's logo. 

Olivia replied with a small smile as she accepted the packet, mouthing a 'thank you' towards Seth's direction who blushed at the attention he received.

A second later, out in the corner of Olivia's eye, she spotted someone familiar and squeezed Oliver's arm. 

"I'll catch up with some people. Don't miss me too much, Brother." She chuckled when Oliver dismissed her with a flick of his hand.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Madam Chanel Greene clapped her hands upon seeing Olivia snake her way towards her.

Olivia forced a smile on her face albeit feeling horrified by the obnoxious laugh of her client.

"Ms. Chanel," Olivia greeted and extended a hand. "What are the odds of finding you here?"

Chanel Greene's hand flew to her c.h.e.s.t. She smiled and fanned her eyelashes at Olivia. "I got an invite. I wouldn't miss it for the world." She winked. The event was actually a cover so she could meet Olivia and Konstantin in private. "And I get to see a friend too. Oh, there he is." Chanel Greene tipped her head to the left. 

She tried her best to hide the evil witch that threatened to come up from the pit of her stomach but she couldn't, and so she just let her facial expression speak for whatever she was feeling towards the man. Her brows pulled downwards and a corner of her lips curled in derision.

"I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Konstantin said in a playful tone, it earned him a giggle from Chanel Greene and an eye roll from Olivia.

"Not me, cutiepie." Chanel flirted. She then offered a hand to which Konstantin took and kissed the back of it. Nothing like buttering up his most recent business partner.

"Feels like the old times, Livi. How long has it been since I saw you in London? Was it five or six?"

"Last time I saw you here was before your dad died…or hid himself? Who knows what happened to the man? There are alot of conspiracies floating around town if you ask me." Olivia's eyes twinkled. What she really wanted to do was smash the man's face, but it wouldn't be as satisfying as to see shock painted on his face when she would drop the bomb of knowing Konstantin's secrets.

Clearing his throat, Konstantin's demeanor shifted at once. Locking a stare at Olivia, a corner of his lips tugged upward when the woman who owned his heart for years stood in front of him with a stare that's of the same intensity as his—albeit hers was full of hate and his was full of admiration even after the accusations she hurled to his way.

"Okay, children. No fighting in public. Hahahaha!" Chanel Greene tried to defuse the situation. She hooked her arm on Konstantin and patted the back of his hand. "Let's go. I heard Ms. Lin booked a room for us to talk in private. The noise here is killing me. Hahahahahaha!"

Konstantin squinted at Chanel Greene's cacophony but still smiled at her. He wouldn't dare offend the one who was giving him access to something that most of the men inside that hall wanted to have—eyes and ears for as many establishments and homes as one could count.

"Oh, Mr. Lin is also in attendance?" Chanel Greene wondered out loud when she caught Oliver's silhouette. "Would you mind introducing me to your brother, Ms. Lin?"

"Ollie," Olivia called her brother whose back was facing them.

Oliver turned to face them and nodded towards Konstantin's direction to acknowledge his presence. 

He then extended a hand to Chanel Greene and plastered a practiced smile. It was a smile that could fool anyone except those who were close to him. 

Oliver's smile might look as if he was glad you're invading his space, but the truth was he was itching to throw you out of the room. However, the weight of bridging connections outweighed his disinterest, so he had to stomach whatever was making him uncomfortable, including sharing a space with a lady that came with a big and loud mouth.