Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

After she got married, she had thought about asking Morgan to arrange a position for her at Novara Group. But Chloe shot that down, afraid she'd get close to Dylan during work.
To put Chloe's mind at ease, Dylan warned Olivia not to show her face at Novara Group.
Not wanting to lose her ability to make money, Olivia started writing web novels online.
In the past few years, short dramas had exploded in popularity—numerous people wanted a piece of the action. Even veteran directors and actors who'd been out of the game for years came back to try their luck with short dramas.
Olivia was no exception. She'd sensed the opportunity early on. Back when short dramas were still new, she wrote her own script, funded the production herself, hired a college student majoring in cinematography to direct, and cast some students from art schools as actors.
The costs were low. The drama was filmed in just a week and released online within a month.
Thanks to great content and little competition at the time, she rode the wave and made over 20 million dollars from her very first drama.
Later, as more money poured into the market and competition got fiercer, her profits shrank. But she had a knack for pinpointing what the audience wanted, and each project still brought in anywhere from a million to tens of millions.
Nowadays, she barely wrote novels anymore. She focused on scriptwriting and invested in her own productions.
The script she was working on was nearly finished—just needed a final polish before she could start prepping for the shoot.
Olivia got so caught up in her work that she completely lost track of time. It wasn't until the door opened that she snapped back to reality.
Dylan shot her an annoyed look. "Why didn't you make dinner? It was bad enough that you stopped delivering lunch to my office—now you're not even making dinner? You're getting lazier by the day."
Olivia glanced at the clock and realized it was already seven in the evening. She saved her document, closed her laptop, stood up, and headed out of the room.
Dylan was annoyed that she didn't respond to him, but when he saw her heading downstairs, he assumed she was going to make dinner and felt a bit better. "She's always acting against her true feelings," he muttered.
He figured she'd been throwing a tantrum lately, trying to get a reaction out of him. Now that it hadn't worked, she resorted to her only strength—cooking—just like before, to win him over.
He followed her downstairs, lecturing as he went. "Stop acting so childish and throwing tantrums. Just do what you're supposed to do. When we get divorced, I won't shortchange you.
"It's been a while since I had your mushroom soup. Why don't you cook it tonight—wait, where are you going?"
Dylan's brows instantly knitted together when he saw Olivia heading for the door instead of the kitchen.
Sitting on the bench, putting on her shoes, Olivia replied, "I'm going out to eat."
Dylan's frown deepened. "Why? We've got groceries at home. Just whip something up—it's faster than eating out."
"I don't feel like cooking," Olivia said flatly.
Dylan looked even more annoyed. "When did you get so lazy? You stay home all day doing nothing, and now you can't even make a simple meal?"
Olivia replied, half-hearted, "Yeah, I'm just lazy." She stood up, ready to head out.
Dylan quickly walked over, grabbed her arm, and said through gritted teeth, "I want to eat your cooking, so go make me dinner.
"Isn't that what you wanted to hear? You've been pushing for it, haven't you? Well, fine—I said it. I'm giving you an out, so stop with the attitude."
Olivia shook off his hand and rolled her eyes. She said coldly, "Giving me an out? You think being your maid is some kind of favor? How do you even have the nerve to say something so shameless?
"So I'm supposed to wait on you and be grateful for the opportunity?"