Dirt on you

As Olivia stormed out of the Frenado mansion, frustration and anger pulsating through her veins, she flung open the door of her sleek black car and hopped in. Slamming the door shut, she let out a heavy sigh before instructing the driver to head to Harper Mansion, her mind desperate for a good talk with someone.

Meanwhile, back at the Frenado corporation, inside Wayne's spacious office, a tense atmosphere filled the room. Wayne, a man of power and influence, was seated on a plush sofa, his legs crossed and an air of authority surrounding him. Positioned on the opposite side of the sofa was a man of average height, his fair skin contrasting against his sleek black attire. A mysterious aura enveloped him as he stared intently at Wayne, his eyes as cold as the darkest night.

Dressed in black pants, a black shirt, and a black trench coat, he radiated an unsettling energy. This man was not to be taken lightly. Wayne leaned forward, the lines of worry etching his forehead, as he listened to