CHAPTER 018 ADRIAN'S POV " It was bad enough that you couldn't keep yourself hidden , now one guy beats all four of you ?! " I said , rubbing my chin , trying to keep my composure . Dan and his men stood in front of me , heads bowed in shame . My patience was already running thin , and their incompetence wasn't helping . " Boss , he came prepared with an iron rod , and we're not really much of a fighter , " one of the guys mumbled hesitantly as if that would justify their failure . Hearing that excuse only fueled my irritation . I pinched the bridge of my nose , inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm myself down . " You're not much of a fighter ? " I repeated slowly , letting the words sink in . " I pay you a large sum of money each every week , and that's the bullshit you're giving me ? " My voice was laced with anger as I walked up to the man who spoke . He flinched slightly when I stopped right in front of him . " You know what ? You're all fired , " I said coldly , turning away from them . " No , please , boss ! We're sorry ! It won't happen again , " Dan pleaded , desperation clear in his voice . I scoffed at his words . " It won't happen again , huh ? " I took a step closer , grabbed his chin , and forced him to look me in the eye . " Then tell me , do you know where Olivia is ? " I asked , my tone dangerously low . Dan swallowed hard before muttering , " No , sir ." " That's what I thought . " I released his chin and straightened up . Useless . " But we can still find her ! We know people around who could help track her location ! Please , don't fire us , " Dan said quickly . Iran a hand through my hair, letting out a long sigh . I hated relying on idiots , but right . now , they were all I had . How could one man take down four of them ? Who was he- Jackie Chan ? I walked up to Dan again and adjusted the collar of his shirt . " I'll give you one more chance ," I said in a slow , deliberate voice . " Find out where she is . Keep a low profile . If you mess this up again , you're done . " " Yes , sir , " he answered quickly , nodding . " Now get out . " Successfully unlocked ! They didn't waste a second before turning around and leaving . As soon as they were gone , my maids entered , quietly cleaning up the broken glass and placing a new bottle of whiskey on the table . 1/3 CHAPTER 018 I exhaled sharply , grabbing the bottle and pouring myself another drink . " One guy , " I muttered under my breath , shaking my head at how pathetic they were . OLIVIA'S POV My surroundings felt blurry as I walked through a familiar dark hallway . My steps were slow , and cautious , like I was moving through thick fog . There was a faint glow coming from a slightly open door at the end of the corridor . My heartbeat quickened as I reached for the handle , my fingers trembling slightly . As I stepped inside , my breath hitched . Dora was on top of Adrian , her body tangled with his . Their skin pressed together , the air filled with soft moans and whispers . My stomach twisted painfully . I wanted to scream , to cry , to throw something - but all I could do was watch . Adrian's eyes met mine , and instead of guilt , a slow , sickening smirk spread across his face . Dora turned her head lazily , looking at me with amusement . My chest tightened , and I took a shaky step back - only to collide with something behind me . I spun around . Julian . But something was wrong . His eyes were bleeding . His mouth , too . Blood dripped down his face , staining his shirt . I tried to speak , to ask him what was happening , but no words came out . My throat was locked , suffocated by fear . Then I heard a click . I turned back to see Adrian holding a gun , the barrel pointed directly at my forehead . His smile widened as he pulled the trigger . The gunshot rang in my ears . I jolted awake , gasping for air . My hands clenched the sheets , my heart hammering against my ribs . It took me a moment to realize I was still in Julian's house , not in that nightmare . I ran a shaky hand through my hair , my body still trembling . The pain of Adrian's betrayal followed me like a ghost , haunting me in ways I wasn't prepared for . I squeezed my eyes shut , willing the images to fade away . The sudden blaring of an alarm startled me . I turned toward the nightstand and saw the clock flashing - 8 : 00 AM . With a deep breath , I reached over and turned it off . Slowly , I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom . As soon as I entered , I felt 2/3 CHAPTER 018 a wave of dizziness wash over me . I had to grip the sink for support , my fingers pressing into the cold marble . What page was wrong with me ? Was it exhaustion ? Stress ? I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face , hoping it would help . As I lifted my head to look at my reflection , something caught my attention . My breasts . They looked swollen . A small frown crept onto my face as I turned to the side , inspecting myself more closely . I pulled the strap of my nightgown down slightly , just to be sure . There hadn't been any impact on my chest - no bruises , no reason for them to feel tender . So why did they look ... different ? I let out a soft sigh . Maybe I was overthinking . Shaking off the thought , I grabbed my toothbrush and began my morning routine . Once I finished showering , I stood in front of the mirror , towel wrapped around me , scanning through the clothes the maids had brought . They never asked for my size , so I wasn't sure if they'd fit . J picked out a simple top and a pair of shorts . Something comfortable since I wasn't going anywhere After a moment of hesitation , I decided against wearing a bra . My chest felt sensitive , and I didn't want to deal with discomfort today . To my surprise , the outfit fit almost perfectly , hugging my figure just right . I smoothed my hands over the fabric , pleased with the choice . Then my stomach growled . The smell of eggs and toasted bread drifted into my room , making my mouth water . Breakfast was already being prepared and I was starving I got my phone and started walking downstairs Today , Julian and I had a lot to talk about . 3/3