Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

None of Julian's team agreed with Julian's decision to put himself in danger. His life was far too important to risk over a single betrayer.
But once Julian had made up his mind, no one could sway him.
He wasn't just trying to catch Declan—he wanted to know who had been behind his betrayal.
Declan, like Noel, had fought alongside Julian through blood and fire. They had shared life-and-death moments that forged bonds deeper than those Julian had with his own father or any of his half-brothers.
Julian couldn't understand what kind of temptation made Declan turn his back on him.
Julian had never treated Declan poorly. The power and money Julian gave Declan were no less than what he gave Noel.
After the meeting ended, Julian leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He sat there in silence for a good ten minutes and collected himself before finally getting up.
He left the study and walked upstairs, but he didn't see Olivia anywhere. He went downstairs to look again, and still, he saw no sign of her.
It wasn't until he stepped outside the villa that he found her—sitting on top of the courtyard wall, gazing out at the distant sea.
She still wore the dreamy, fairytale-like nightgown he had changed her into earlier. Her golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, lifted now and then by the breeze.
At that moment, she looked like a figure from a fairy tale. She was so beautiful that it made him reluctant to disturb the scene.
He simply stood at the door, leaning against the frame and watching her in silence.
She was watching the sea, taking in the dazzling beauty of the world.
And to him, she was the world—no view could ever compare.
Clearly in a good mood, Olivia swung her legs back and forth as she began humming a tune to herself.
A seagull flapped down and landed on her shoulder. She reached out to pet it, but the moment it realized she had nothing to feed it, it gave her a disdainful squawk and flew off.
Olivia scoffed, "You're ruthless. No bread, no friendship? Can't we just be pals without a transaction? What a gold-digging seagull."
Julian chuckled and finally spoke, "You should be glad it didn't leave you a poop."
Olivia turned around and saw Julian leaning lazily against the glass door, his body bathed in the soft orange light of the setting sun. He looked like a divine figure carved from marble—untouchable and otherworldly.
"When did you come here?" she asked.
"About half an hour ago," he replied.
"Half an hour? Then why didn't you say anything?"
"The view was too perfect. I didn't want to interrupt."
As he spoke, he stepped out through the gate, came up to her, and slid his arms under hers to lift her off the wall.
Julian said, "You've been asleep all day without eating anything. Go get changed. I'll take you out for dinner."
Olivia was already starving. She immediately followed him back upstairs.
Her suitcase wasn't in the room, but the wardrobe was full of dreamy, exquisite dresses.
Olivia turned to Julian and asked, "Where's my luggage?"
Julian shrugged. "No idea. Forget about it for now. Just wear something from the closet."
Olivia asked with a frown, "Whose clothes are these?"
Julian smiled, "I had them prepared just for you. Pick one you like."
Olivia ran her fingers over the fabric and asked, "They are not cheap, are they? You don't have to go through all this. I brought my own clothes. I can just wear those."
Olivia could feel that Julian's concern for her went beyond that of a normal host.
She'd lived among the wealthy long enough to recognize the worth of these clothes. The fabric and craftsmanship were high-end, and they were definitely expensive.
Julian gave Olivia a half-smile, his voice teasing. "Don't stress over my wallet. Making money is easy for me. All I have to do is entertain some rich ladies, and I earn it all back."
Olivia mentally rolled her eyes, complaining, 'How is he not embarrassed saying that with a straight face?'