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Because I suddenly tattled to Mr. Wilson, my relationship with Zack hit rock bottom.
Mr. Wilson kept coming to my house because of my issues with Zack.
“Oh? Olivia, you’re home alone?”
When in his right mind, Mr. Wilson put on his polite and refined mask again, no trace of the vicious man who had hit people at the mall that
day.
“Yes, my parents went on a trip. I live at school, so this house is basically empty except when I occasionally come to check on it.”
Not seeing my mom, Mr. Wilson’s enthusiasm dampened a bit.
“Don’t worry Olivia, that idiot son and that Mi… Mi…”
He couldn’t remember the name for a moment and looked at me in confusion.
I wiped away non–existent tears from the corner of my eye and reminded him sadly: “Mia.”
“Oh! Mia! Right, I came to tell you, that idiot and Mia will definitely not work out. I won’t allow him to bring that scheming woman into our family.”
“Oh, Uncle Wilson, I think Zack and I just aren’t meant to be. Maybe you should stop trying to get us back together. Lately Zack doesn’t even
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want to talk to me…
“What?! That dead kid is asking for a beating! Our Olivia is such a wonderful girl!”
He flexed his wrist, his whole body tensing up.
I glanced at the row of bodyguards in black suits standing outside the villa and felt a bit more at ease.
Don’t worry, Olivia. Stay calm!
“Uncle Wilson, I really love Zack, but he has more than just me in his heart. I, I really don’t know if there’s any point in continuing this relationship.”
“Olivia, leave everything else to uncle. You and Zack are a match made in heaven! You don’t know how perfect you two look standing together!”
Towards the end, he seemed to recall something and his tone became cheerful.
“Mi… oh, Mia, leave her to uncle to deal with!”
