CHAPTER 4

She was no longer the previous Olivia, nor did she have the ability to save others. Besides, everyone here was a big shot, and she couldn’t afford to offend them. She just wanted to protect herself.

Ethan saw this scene and coldly laughed, grabbing Ella’s hand. Miss Ella is too naïve. Does a floor cleaner dare to stand up to save you? Now I can make her do anything without resistance!

Floor cleaner, am I right?

Olivia nodded. Yes, you’re right. She lowered her head, the fire burning on her.

Olivia gritted her teeth and her body shook, the mop in her hand fell to the ground making a clattering sound. Her body accidentally fell towards Ethan as she lost her balance.

The moment she leaned on Ethan his bloated body recoiled as if he had touched something unclean. He pushed Olivia and let go of Ella's hand.

Olivia's frail body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Her head was hit hard, causing her to see stars. Her hand was scraped and blood oozed from the wound.

What do you think you are? Ethan kicked Olivia hard while she was lying on the ground, still unsatisfied he kicked her twice more.

Olivia held her arm, struggling to stand up and kept apologizing. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to. I just lost my mind for a moment…

Olivia still kept her head down, her hair dishevelled, and her wandering gaze glanced in the direction where Ella was. 

Taking advantage of this gap Ella slipped out of the private room. Mr. Ethan was furious, but it took him a while to react. He immediately kicked Olivia’s calf fiercely, and yelled, you slut! How dare you trick me? Watch me kill you today!

Olivia was suddenly kicked and fell to her knees, the pain in her calf made her forehead break out in sweat. She suddenly regrets it. She had promised not to interfere, but why did she still intervene in the end?

In the end, she was the only one to suffer, several other bosses watched the show. 

Cheered.

Mr. Ethan, this woman ruined your good thing today, you can’t let her go easily. How can someone as noble as you let a janitor step on your head? After hearing this, Mr Ethan kicked Olivia a few times fiercely, you slut! You ruined my good thing. 

At this moment, a man’s voice came from outside the private room. Olivia, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately shrank her pupils and even forgot to breathe. It was him!

That man!

A figure appeared at the door of the private room. Olivia panicked and lowered her head when she caught a glimpse of his face. She didn’t make a mistake, it was him!

He was the one who didn’t listen to her explanation and heartlessly sent her to a mental hospital, causing her to suffer and become what she is now.

George Roland!

Afraid of being recognized Olivia Smith grabbed her hair and used the messy and withered strands to cover her face. It turned out that as soon as Ella left, she met George Roland who was also here for business. The two families also had dealings with each other, and Ella did not want to leave Olivia, who had saved her, behind, so she asked Roland to come over.

Mr. Ethan was also a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. As soon as he saw George Roland, he immediately changed his face and greeted him eagerly.

What wind blew Mr. Roland here? Why didn’t you tell us in advance so that we can prepare? George Roland looked at him expressionlessly and his assistant moved a chair for him. He calmly sat down and his black-striped suit made him appear even more indifferent.

I heard that you were making things difficult for Miss Ella and humiliating others.

George Roland looked at Mr. Ethan coldly, waiting for him to explain. He didn’t know that such a thing could happen on his own turf. Mr. Ethan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his legs suddenly trembled. How did the ancestors come here?

He forced a smile, Mr. George, I didn’t know that Miss Ella was your person, and I didn’t make things difficult for her. It was their company that came to us to talk about business because they were facing an economic crisis.

Looking at Roland's terrifying eyes, Mr. Ethan's voice became lower and lower. Is that so? Ethan Jones, did you force her to drink and how did you treat this woman on the ground? Roland turned his sharp tongue and pointed at Olivia Smith on the ground.

She’s just a cleaner, does Mr. George need to bother with this?

Olivia regretted this so much, if she knew she would run into George Roland, she wouldn’t have interfered even if she was beaten to death. Originally, she could have just been scolded by Mr. Ethan and it would have been over. But now, if she was recognized she would be done for.

Olivia pinched her waist hard and buried her head lower, trying to control her fear and anxiety. Why did she have to meet Roland again after being tortured in the mental hospital for three years? Not listening to her explanation. Where would she be sent to this time? Another mental hospital? Prison?

No, she couldn’t take it anymore, besides there was that girl… she couldn’t be tortured again.

Roland sneered, why do I need you to tell me what to do? Who do you think you are? If I say one word your Jones family and all the bunch of you behind you will all be done for. The hangers on Mr. Ethan were already trembling with fear. Who hadn’t heard of Roland’s reputation?

They quickly waved their hand, shirking responsibility, and found a few excuses to escape. In the private room only George Roland, Olivia Smith and Ethan Jones were left. 

Mr. Ethan's forehead was already covered in sweat. He only wanted to take advantage of Miss Ella today, but he ran into a cleaner and now Mr. Roland’s evil wind had blown over. 

Mr Roland, I was wrong, if I had known earlier, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn’t have dared to do it.

Roland's eyes narrowed, get out of here! Ethan nodded and stumbled out, leaving behind the clothes in the private room. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Olivia also wanted to slip away. She limped and held her injured arms, hobbling towards the door.

“You stay”