Chapter 292. I’ll Kill Myself

Only it wasn’t. 

The day took a left turn as soon as we stepped in the boardroom, and the innovation summit was announced with champagne and camera flashes from a pair of our media team.

It grated my nerves to watch that bastard have his hand around Olivia for a photograph, smiling like a goddamn raccoon.

I balled my fist under the table as he named Olivia, The incomparable Olivia Auclair in his little speech, modestly hinting to everyone that they both got selected because of her merits. 

Olivia’s eyes found me then, and her face was blank, but an eye moved in a wink that only I would notice, and I relaxed on my seat again, my breaths coming in more easily. 

We had barely left the boardroom when the just published article blew up, and all sorts of disgusting narratives began to form.

“Novio?” Olivia peeked into my office, and I stood up, hurrying towards her. 

She smiled, running up like a little girl. 

“You know you