[60] b

Diana's hands were clenched tightly into fists.

"No way," Olive folded her arms across her chest.

"Then I'll call you myself," said Diana, who quickly stood up from her seat.

"Call me if you have no shame, Ms. Diana." Olive laughed softly. "Do what you plan to do. Leave your husband and children behind. Satisfy your fantasies about my future husband."

Diana turned around, looking at Olive with a look of disbelief. Where the girl seemed to casually talk. Instead of paying attention to her who was now staring intently, Olive was busy playing with the tips of her nails. As if Diana's presence here was no big deal.

"What do you mean?"

Olive chuckled. "Can't you understand what I'm saying, Mrs. Diana? You must be much older than me, right?"

Diana gritted her jaw. "I just want to talk to Thomas. I have nothing to do with you!"

"Obviously there is!" Olive leaned back slightly. "If you forget who I am, it doesn't matter if we get reacq