Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

"You—" Chloe was practically shaking with rage. Just thinking about the beating she'd taken last night made her blood boil.
She hadn't even complained, but Olivia went and told Dylan what happened and then beat them both up, which was unbelievable.
Unable to out-argue Olivia, Chloe just turned to the bodyguards helping with her luggage and snapped, "Go pack up everything in the master bedroom and toss it all in the trash!"
As she walked toward the kitchen, Olivia said without even turning around, "You're welcome to do that. But for every item they throw out, I'll slap you once. Think about how many hits your face can handle before you decide how much to throw away."
Chloe was so mad that her eyes filled with tears. "How can you be so unreasonable? Dylan said I could have the master bedroom. This is his house—what gives you the right to keep the master bedroom and refuse to give it up?"
Olivia was already in the kitchen, picking out ingredients from the fridge. "This is our marital home. Half of it belongs to me. I'm already being generous, not making a fuss about him letting you move in without my consent. What more do you want?"
Chloe shouted, "The Wilson family paid for this house. You didn't spend a dime, so this house has nothing to do with you!"
Olivia calmly started washing and chopping vegetables. "So what? Morgan gave me half of it anyway."
Chloe, who got upset easily, couldn't take it anymore. She broke down crying, her sobs so loud that they echoed into the kitchen.
As she turned on the stove, Olivia said, "What are you crying for now? If you really want this place, just have Dylan give you his half. Then it'll be our new home."
Chloe felt like Olivia was just trying to get under her skin. She couldn't help but think, 'She knew perfectly well that I've been pretending not to care about money, but she just goading me into asking Dylan for the house.
'And there's no way I'll do that—if I do, eight years of pretending will go down the drain.'
By the time Olivia finished making herself a bowl of oatmeal, Chloe was still crying. Olivia ignored her, finished her breakfast, and went upstairs to work.
When Dylan got home from work that night, he thought Olivia would come looking for him to demand an explanation. But not only did she not confront him, she looked completely unbothered, as if she didn't care at all that Chloe had moved in.
That made Dylan even more frustrated, and the feeling that he was losing her only grew stronger. He started to believe that Olivia really didn't care about him anymore.
He was a mess inside and even found Chloe, who was talking to him gently, annoying. "Shut up," he snapped, unable to hold it in.
Chloe froze, her eyes instantly filling with tears as she looked at him, hurt.
Realizing what he'd done, Dylan quickly said, "I wasn't yelling at you. I heard Olivia cursing me in her head—I was yelling at her."
Olivia couldn't believe her ears.
Before either woman could question him, Dylan pulled out an invitation and said to Olivia, "My grandpa's seventieth birthday party is in two weeks. You're coming with me."
Before Olivia could answer, Chloe blurted out anxiously, "Honey, can I go with you instead?"
Dylan frowned. "What a joke. Olivia's my wife. It makes sense for her to go with me. But if you come, people will talk, and my grandpa won't be happy."
Chloe bit her lip, looking wronged. "I'm not asking to go as your wife or girlfriend. Just say I'm a close friend..."
Dylan thought for a moment and then agreed. "Fine, you can come, but keep a low profile at the party. Don't let anyone suspect anything."
Dylan's grandfather, Herbert Klein, had been a diplomat before retiring, and he still had plenty of connections in political circles.
His seventieth birthday party wasn't a huge affair—only relatives and some former colleagues attended. Even so, there were ten full tables, with over a hundred people showing up to celebrate.
The event was held at Herbert's house—a luxurious villa that had originally been a wedding gift from Morgan to Ellen when she married into the Wilson family.
Herbert, being a government official, never would've dared to buy something so extravagant on his own.
When Olivia arrived, arm in arm with Dylan, the place was already buzzing with people. Dylan led her around, greeting relatives and elders.
As they walked into the lounge, Olivia spotted a figure she never thought she'd see here. She froze on the spot, her mind going completely blank. 'Julian? What's he doing at Dylan's grandfather's birthday party?' she thought.