Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1517: Chapter 1517: When narrow paths meet, the ruthless prevail!

“Damn it, what am I supposed to do now? Half of my fortune is still in the card… Bloody hell… Why act so quickly? Why wasn’t he that quick in bed?” Olivia Lewis continued to complain sulkily.

Seeing Olivia getting more and more out of line, Enna Clark quickly pulled her aside to remind her to look over.

“What?” Olivia instinctively looked over and met Adam Sinclair’s dark, almost dripping handsome face.

She felt a wave of guilt at first, but after a brief moment, she calmed down quickly and asked indifferently, “Is Aunt gone? Did she leave?”

She still had the face to bring her up!

Thinking of what his mother had just said, Adam felt as if there was a lump of blood stuck in his throat, and his face darkened even more.

But because Enna Clark and Bobby were there, it wasn’t appropriate to lash out on the spot. He held back, his temples twitching as he said, “Olivia Lewis, come out with me.”

With that obviously vengeful tone, she’d be a fool to go out with him! Olivia didn’t move an inch, showing no intention to comply, and extended her hand towards him, “Where’s my card?”

Adam’s nerves, already stretched to the limit, jumped viciously again, blood pressure uncontrollably rising, “You come out with me first, I have something to ask you!”

Olivia wasn’t buying it, retracting her hand, “Whatever you have to say, you can say it here. Go on, I’m listening.”

Adam’s blood pressure shot to the limit, too frustrated to waste words on her, and his large hand directly seized her wrist.

Olivia wasn’t going down without a fight, and she started to struggle immediately, “What are you doing? Let go of me. Do you believe I’ll call out for harassment?”

Adam, already pushed to the brink of losing his reason by her, scoffed coldly, looking at her, “If you don’t want to hit tomorrow’s newspaper front page headlines, then go ahead and shout!”

“‘Popular female artist’s mental state a concern, harassed on the street!’ How’s that for a headline? If you like it, I’ll have someone issue a press release in a moment, guaranteeing that in one hour, your name Olivia Lewis will be at the top of the trending search!”

Brutal!

Olivia was left speechless by his retort, her struggling actions losing much of their force.

Adam had a belly full of questions he wanted to ask her, too drained to joke with Enna Clark like before, and he barely squeezed out a smile, “Enna, I have something to talk with her about, we’ll be leaving first. Do you have someone to pick you up? If not, I’ll have my driver take you home.”

“I do, Mr. Harris is outside,” Enna Clark replied with a helpless expression, speaking softly.

Adam nodded, his noble visage still ashen with a dark undertone, managing to say, “Hmm, that’s good then. I’ll trouble you to look after Bobby and Gigi for a while, and I’ll find Baron another day, we can all have dinner together.”

“Okay, you guys go ahead.”

Olivia was despondent, no longer casting pleading glances at Enna Clark. She resignedly let Adam pull her away.

By the time they reached the entrance of the café, she suddenly stopped. Under Adam Sinclair’s tense and patient gaze, she preempted, “We’re about to go onto the main street, you don’t have to hold me, I can walk by myself. It’s not good to be photographed like this.”

Fearing Adam wouldn’t let go, she added, “Anyway, I already came out with you, I can’t run away. It happens that I also have something I want to talk to you about.”

Adam, seeing she didn’t seem to be up to any tricks, scrutinized her deeply and let go of her hand.