Chapter 150

Winifred leaned in, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Do you want her to disappear for good, or just make her lose the baby?”

Olivia flinched back, startled by Winifred’s smile. She just didn’t want that scheming woman to succeed.

Her mom had passed away a few years ago, and Olivia didn’t mind that her dad found someone new–after all, her mother’s illness had taken a toll on him for so long.

But this woman was different. She had gotten close to him on purpose, all because she was after their family’s money from the start.

“What do you mean by ‘disappear for good’?” Olivia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Winifred lowered her gaze to her dark purple nails, her eyes filled with mystery. “I’m a law-abiding citizen. If you don’t want her staying in V, just send her back to her hometown,” Winifred said casually.

Whether she was sent back safely or not depended on how cooperative she was.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, then, I want her sent back–back to where she came from. And I want her to lose the baby… she’s only two months along. Can you help me with that?”

This was nothing for Winifred–it was a simple task she could handle herself. Yet here Olivia was, paying someone else to do it. Winifred didn’t know whether Olivia was too kind or just too useless. She couldn’t even deal with something this simple.

Getting rid of a bastard child was nothing–just a little “accident” here and there was completely normal. Yet, here Olivia was, still soft-hearted toward someone who had threatened her position.

“Sure, I can do that… but it’ll be one million,” Winifred said, letting the words hang in the air.

“I won’t short you a single cent. I’ll gather the remaining money within a year, Winifred. And I could even help you get back into school. I’ll keep my promise,” Olivia said with determination.

As long as her dad wasn’t bewitched by that woman, everything would go back to the way it used to be—he’d only care about her.

Winifred paused–she’d actually been about to offer a lower price. But since Olivia had already agreed, Winifred was naturally even happier to make more money.

snag another bowl of noodles to take with her.

Olivia left Winifred’s place in high spirits, thinking she’d…

“What? I need a reservation? Seriously, there’s literally no one here–what am I even reserving for?” Olivia complained, totally baffled.

The shop was completely empty.

“Ever heard of food delivery?” Frankie shot back, deadpan.

Olivia froze. “Then why didn’t she need a reservation earlier?” Olivia asked, still confused.

“When Wicked Winnie wants something, I wouldn’t dare ask her to make a reservation,” Frankie replied.

Olivia stomped her foot in frustration. “How long is the wait for a reservation then?”

“After the afternoon,” Frankie said, shrugging.

“Then I won’t eat,” Olivia huffed.

“Eat or don’t, makes no difference to me,” Frankie said with a shrug.

“Olivu” was absolutely fuming, stomping off in a rage. She swore she would never come back to this terrible place again.

Winifred tapped away at her keyboard, and in just a few seconds, every detail about Olivia’s family was right there on her screen.

“Is he rurryone’s so-called good guy? What a joke,” Winifred sneered inwardly. “Just an old leech living off his wife’s money. And he’s got plenty of mistresses on the side, too. Olivia really is hopelessly naive.”

“Winifred, the tattoo shop owner wants to know when you’ll be there,” Ryan called out.

“Coming,” Winifred replied.

Chapter 150

Sienna stepped out of the car and walked straight ahead. “Are you sure she’s at the tattoo shop?”

“Yes, Miss Enna, I got word that Miss Winifred made an appointment–she’s getting a gun tattooed on her arm,” the bodyguard replied.

Sienna was at a loss for words.

Inside the tattoo shop, the owner–a bald guy–immediately straightened up when he saw Winifred walk in. "Well, if it isn’t the Wicked–uh, Miss Winifred! You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting ages for you. Please, have a seat," he said, putting on his best smile.

Laura rushed over, practically bouncing with excitement. “Winifred, look! The b…"

Winifred just stared at it, thinking it looked awful. She couldn’t help but question his skills. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? The lines are all crooked.”

The bald guy quickly defended himself. “Hey, it’s not my fault–she was scared of the pain and kept moving around!”

Laura nodded, then asked with wide-eyed innocence, “Winifred, it was all my fault. Are you getting a tattoo too?”

Laura had been going on and on about how cool tattoos were, and honestly, Winifred was getting a little curious herself. She glanced casually at the designs and said, "Tattoo a frog for me."

“A frog?” The bald guy was dumbfounded.

Sienna and Lana had just reached the doorway when they both instinctively fell silent.

Winifred stretched out her long legs, leaned back in the chair, and arched an eyebrow. “What? You don’t think frogs look good? They actually mean something to me.”

“You sure about this? You really want a frog tattoo?” he asked, still trying to process it.

Winifred took off her jacket. "I'm sure. Quit the chatter–two frogs, make them look cool. One on each hand."

The bald guy was speechless, still not understanding why Winifred would want a frog tattoo.

“Why do you want a tattoo?” A chilly voice suddenly rang out. Winifred’s pupils shrank as she turned and locked eyes with Sienna’s aloof stare.

“Why is she here?” Winifred thought, startled. “Why does she keep popping up everywhere?”

Winifred hurriedly slipped her jacket back on.

The shop owner, seeing the imposing figure of Sienna walk in, practically pushed, falling over himself to greet her. “Welcome, welcome!”