Semua Bab The Doting CEO’s Temporary Wife Is An Heiress: Bab 71 - Bab 78

- Please Read The Author’s Note at the end of the chapter. - As Olive sat close to Logan the whole time since the beginning of the meeting, She could feel those burning gazes on her forehead, and a hole threatened to develop there. In the unfamiliar conference hall, Olive hasn’t stepped foot in since her mother was ruined by her uncle and replaced by him, Olive was a little unsettled. Maybe it was the nerves of what she was finally getting rid of or because of the stares of the several shareholders who were surprised to see her, the reporters who wouldn’t stop clicking their cameras, and the Andersons whose gazes held hostility, helplessness, and sadness. Guilty? Not. One. Bit. Logan as promised was supportive throughout the whole process. He didn’t butt in, he allowed her to handle the work of belittling her uncle while he sat there as her shield. Olive was given the satisfaction of seeing Mr Brown Anderson lose control for once. She was honored by the opportunity to

"Congratulations, such a beautiful baby.." Mrs Smith giggled. Lilian was behind her as they all smiled down at the baby. London was arranging some flowers on the desk while Logan was outside with his father. Olive smiled weakly as she lay on the bed, discussing with the ladies. Outside, Logan sighed as he tucked both hands into his pants pocket, he said. "Dad, I hope your notion of trying to get me to marry Amelia is over now that I am a father." Mr Smith's hand was on the railings as they both stood there, watching the city. It was evening already. Mr Smith shook his head. His silence made Logan speak up again. "Dad...""Yes. Fine, you're a father of a daughter, I won't do anything. I'll tell Amelia to give up on the chase." He stated dryly. His eyes were wandering around. Logan raised a brow at his father. "That was so fast. Are you planning something?? Spill it."Mr Smith gave him a sided look before looking ahead again. "What do you mean?? I'm serious right now." "You don't

Olive's face twisted as she listened to her uncle talk. Her hand that gripped the phone tightened. Mr Brown said from the other end. "That's the one thing your mother cherished before she died. Since we moved into this apartment, we wanted to get rid of old stuff so you should come over to grab your mother's heirloom before Maggie discards it.""I remember begging you for the heirloom before. Why do you want to relinquish it now??" Olive raised a brow. She was in her bedroom while her baby was with Lilian who came for a short visit. She left Lilian and Mrs Jenkins in the living room to answer the call. Logan had gone to the office with Scott early that morning. So, it was just Lilian, Mrs Jenkins and Olive at home with several other bodyguards that Logan brought over to the house a few days back. "True, I had wanted to keep it as mine but your husband won't let me and my family off the hook. He warned us to return everything in our possession to you which we have done except the he

Beep! Beep! Beep!The beeping sounds from the heart monitor filled the silent hospital ward. The room was painted in white colored paints. A closed window with light curtains, and a vase stood proudly on the window panel. On the bed, was Olive. Sleeping soundly with an airbag attached to her nostrils to aid her breathing. Her forehead was bandaged and wrapped with a white gauze. She was made to wear the blue hospital dress. Her hair scattered all over the bed, and her eyes were closed as she slept. Around the bed were four men, an older man who sat on the stool closest to her, and three other young men who were standing. The silence was strong as they all stared at Olive, unblinkingly. Worry hitched on their faces as they watched over the lady who had been unconscious for 24 hours with no sign of waking up. The older man named Adam Taylor turned his head to look at his sons, his triplet sons, he said to them. "Has anybody gotten information about her husband?" One of the triple