Earlier, Olivia had a scare upon seeing the girl trip backwards. She thought Elsa would hit her head on the pavement, and a vision of her younger self falling on the stairs flashed before her eyes.

Elsa didn't want to create a ruckus, and she certainly didn't want eyes to go her way, but what could she do if she was a magnet for accidents?

"Why are you even carrying something double your size?" she murmured the question in her head. "Oh, you have a scr.a.p.e," Olivia said, pulling Elsa back to her feet. They were now standing and facing each other.

She pointed to Elsa's elbow, and the latter sighed upon seeing it. It was tiny though, so Elsa just blew a breath on it, clearing the scr.a.p.e from the dust.

Ignoring the curious eyes staring their way, Olivia scanned Elsa from head to toe, checking if she had more scr.a.p.es and bruises. 

It didn't matter if she attracted everyone's attention with her arrival, the thick block of the security detail was enough to shield her from the prying eyes of the public.

After scanning Elsa, Olivia nodded her head when she couldn't find anything, except for the scr.a.p.e on Elsa's elbow, which was not that deep, thankfully.

Shadow, who was standing behind Olivia, picked up the broken in half mic boom on the ground. She then passed it to Elsa who accepted it with shaky hands.

Although the incident caused a scene, Olivia still felt understanding towards the girl. 

She was once like Elsa, letting people push her around and bottling all her emotions so she wouldn't humiliate herself and publicly breakdown.

Olivia didn't know the story behind others' animosity towards Elsa, but whatever that was, it sure didn't warrant them to give her that kind of treatment.

"Can you walk?" Olivia asked, petting Beauty's lush fur.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Your Highness. Yes, I can walk," Elsa responded. 

"Your Highness?" Olivia's brow raised. She scrunched her nose, wondering where or how Elsa got the idea of calling her in that title.

Elsa stood awkwardly, avoiding eye contact at all costs. She couldn't pinpoint it, but her gut told her that the woman who was wearing the Sui heirloom sure wasn't someone whom she could cross.

Without looking at Olivia, Elsa kept her head bowed and stole a peek at Olivia's ring. Her eyes flitted up for a split second to point a finger at the winking emerald.

"Oh, okay." Olivia nodded. A smile bloomed on her face. She felt giddy knowing a stranger found out about her relationship with Maxen. 

Olivia studied Elsa. By the looks of the shivering girl, Olivia thought it wouldn't hurt if she confirmed Elsa's assumptions. Elsa appeared harmless anyway. "How about we keep this as our little secret?" Olivia winked at Elsa. 

Elsa kowtowed whilst pressing the mic boom to her c.h.e.s.t, and she didn't know why. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, moving on its own accord. 

She wondered if the piece of information that fell out of the sky was a blessing or a curse. For now, she would just follow Olivia's lead and she wouldn't do anything that would put her in a bad situation.

Olivia stepped away, and the sunshine she was blocking earlier shone brightly on Elsa's face, she had to block it with the back of her hand. Her eyes followed Olivia's trail, and she stood motionless in her spot.

The car door slightly open, but before Olivia could board the car, she paused, her hand combing Beauty's fur. "Do yourself a favor. Next time, don't let other people push you around so you won't end up hurting yourself," Olivia gave her piece of advice to Elsa. She smiled a small smile, and her face showed zero judgement on Elsa's faux pass.

Meanwhile, Elsa snapped in attention, her shoulders leveled and her back ramrod straight, yet she still kept her head bowed the entire time. She took to heart the words that Olivia had given her.

"Yes, absolutely, your�� Your Highness?" Elsa stuttered the name floating in her head. She then saw a pair of sneakers step away from her.

It was then that Elsa's curiosity won over, and she mustered up the courage to steal another peek at Olivia, so she peered up to check who she was speaking with so she could do her research later.

The car's door fully opened, and Elsa stared at Olivia's back. However, what she wasn't ready to see was Prince Maxen sitting inside with his legs crossed, welcoming the lady with a face-splitting grin on his face.

In sync, the group of guards split into groups and boarded the convoy of four cars which lined up in a row, leaving a stunned Elsa.

Elsa waved her hand, whilst the other clutched the mic boom to her c.h.e.s.t. "Bye," she said, her eyes glued to the cars snaking out of the arrival area.

It was when she felt a hand tap her shoulders that she snapped out of her reverie.

"Elsa!" her coworker gritted through her teeth. ���You almost got us in trouble again with your clumsiness!"

Elsa smiled at her coworker. She's used to hearing that gyrating tone on her after years of working together.

"It was an accident," Elsa murmured, and she earned a glare from her coworker.

"I'm not sure about that. How can you target the Lin siblings with your incompetence on the same day?"

"Lin siblings?" Elsa tilted her head to the right. A huge question mark floated in above her head. She glanced at her coworker who was shaking her head at her obliviousness. "So you're saying that lady is a Lin?"

Elsa's mouth hung open. She dropped the mic boom on the floor and covered the gaping hole with both of her hands. "Wasn't she married to Tristan Yang?"

"How could you work for the news department when you're so behind the frontpage? Tristan Yang married a different Lin, the half-sister."

"Woah…" Elsa was out of words. Her mind ran like a bullet train as it searched for answers to her questions. But first things first. "How did that happen?"

The coworker shrugged. She picked up the mic boom on the ground and playfully hit Elsa with it. "Maybe you should change professions, huh?"

"What? No way. I love my job," Elsa said with a dramatic eye roll. The truth was, she hated her job but it pays the bills, and her coworker shared the same sentiment.

They walked towards the parking lot with arms hooked with each other. Sitting on the passenger side, Elsa dug up her phone from her pocket and tapped the web browser.

"Lin siblings," she said as she typed the words. A photo of Olivia sandwiched between Maxen and a cropped face of Oliver popped out of her feed. Her eyes turned round as a saucer and her heart rammed into her c.h.e.s.t.

She checked the date of the photo, and it was taken months ago at a charity gala. But what stole her attention was Maxen's cufflinks, matching Olivia's bracelet. 

Goosebumps dotted her skin. "No, shit," Elsa cursed.

"Shit what? What happened? Did she slap you or something?" her coworker probed. Her eyes were on the road as she spoke.

"What? No. No. She was actually nice."

"That's it?"

"That's it," Elsa confirmed. Whatever she found out, she wanted to keep that piece of information to herself. After all, some things weren't meant for sharing, especially when that information could make or break your career.