Chapter 9

Next, it was his turn.

Oliver had invited me to a café. The location was nice, and the café exuded luxury, a perfect match for his façade of wealth that was just for show.

Today, he had dressed meticulously, wearing a tailored suit, his hair neatly styled, but the gauntness of his cheeks betrayed the toll the past weeks had taken on him.

As soon as I sat down, he eagerly poured me some water. "I remember you don't like lemon water, so I specifically asked for plain water."

I glanced at the cup he had touched, and a wave of disgust washed over me. "Cindy killed herself."

His expression froze, and he looked at me with wide eyes, his voice trembling. "You said that you would let the winner go. Now that Cindy is dead, I've won, right? You'll give me a chance to live, won't you?"

"Did you ever love Cindy?"

Oliver shook his head without hesitation, urgency lacing his voice as he declared his loyalty. "No, I was only with her to gain access to the resources of the wealthy