Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Olivia's eyes never once left her phone screen as she said coolly, "The less one has, the more one feels the need to flaunt. Sad, some people rely entirely on their mouths to show off, because nothing they brag about is actually visible to others."
"You..." Chloe was so furious that she could've burst a blood vessel.
Olivia continued, "The truth is what really gets under your skin, huh?"
Chloe's eyes burned red with anger. Her fists clenched tight in her lap, itching to throw a punch at Olivia. But she didn't dare because if she reacted now, it'd only prove Olivia's point that the truth really got under her skin.
She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the rising tears. She grabbed Dylan's hand tighter in silent protest.
Dylan's face instantly turned gloomy upon hearing his beloved woman was taunted.
Just then, Olivia finally looked up at Chloe, wearing a half-smile. "I was talking about a teammate in my game. She's useless and keeps getting killed over and over and still claims she's better than the other team. I said a few words back. Don't take it personally."
Seeing that Chloe's face still looked awful, Olivia said in surprise, "Wait, you're not like that useless teammate, are you? Bragging just for pride, huh?"
"That's enough," Dylan snapped, his voice low and sharp. "Quit with the bullshit. You're clearly targeting Chloe. Apologize to her now."
This time, Olivia actually complied—at least on the surface. She turned to Chloe with an innocent smile and said, "I'm sorry. It's my fault for being too dumb to realize you were just bragging.
"I accidentally tore off your mask while exposing someone else's, and it made you feel hurt. I promise, from now on I'll learn to read the room. If I wanna curse you, I'll do it directly, no more collateral damage to others.
"I mean, most people are just a little vain and fake, but you're fake and cheap. You deserve your own personal insults."
Dylan's and Chloe's faces turned completely ashen. They both thought, 'That apology was worse than no apology at all.'
Chloe's hands shook with rage as she bit down on her lip stubbornly. "I know you hate me because Dylan doesn't love you. That's why you're always trying to insult me every time you see me.
"But no matter what you say, I'll never give Dylan to you. You can have anything else but not Dylan."
Olivia raised her brows, amused. "Really? Then give me all your savings and anything of value. Anything over 300 bucks counts. I'm not picky."
"You..." Chloe was speechless, her face flushed a deep red.
Olivia shot Chloe a look of pure contempt and said, "See? There you go again. Talking big and lying through your teeth. You get offended when I call you fake. Then try to say things that match your actions for once."
Chloe was so frustrated that she broke into tears and flung herself into Dylan's arms.
Dylan's expression was clouded with disappointment. "You weren't like this before, Olivia."
Olivia cut him off. "Oh, I was exactly like this. Ask Chloe—have I ever held back when insulting her? I didn't just insult her, I've hit her too.
"Didn't she ever tattle to you about that? Strange, right? I gave her so many opportunities to whine to you, and she never took them. Weird, I thought she's the type to invent reasons to complain."
Dylan's face turned stormy, his jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like he was ready to strangle Olivia. He growled, "Why did you insult and hit Chloe?
"She had no choice but to stay with me in secret because of you. The least you could do is feel guilty but not bully her on top of that. You got it?"
Chloe had indeed often complained to Dylan, saying Olivia insulted her. But every time Dylan confronted Olivia about it, she demanded proof.