Chapter 89 Episode 89
Oliver, observing the scene, rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
His eyes followed Elijah and Sandra until they disappeared, his mind whirring with unspoken thoughts.
At the entrance of the Oasis Club, Oliver stood by the car, holding the door open with the composed patience of
a valet in a vintage .
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Elijah’s tone dripped with bitterness.
“By day, business partners.
By night, playthings.
Sandra, you've certainly mastered multitasking.
| can’t believe | fell for your ‘ideal wife’ charade!” He shoved Sandra into the backseat with a firm hand before
sliding in beside her.
Oliver, remembering a previous incident, quickly raised the partition between the front and back seats.
Sandra winced at the abruptness, her delicate features twisting in discomfort.
She tried to sit upright but felt so unsteady that she slumped against Elijah’s chest.
Taking advantage of the moment, she looked up at him, her voice defensive.
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“Don’t pin this on me! I didn’t do anything wrong! | didn’t even touch those guys!”
Elijah’s jaw tightened.
“Are you upset about that?”
Disbelieving her protests, he grasped her chin roughly, turning her face and inspecting her neck and behind her
ears for any traces of close contact.
Her skin was so delicate that even the slightest touch could leave a mark.