Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Mrs. Scott’s Special Guest

TWO DAYS LATER.

The anticipation coursing through Olivia since dawn was almost unbearable. She had resisted the temptation to call as soon as she woke, forcing herself to focus on getting ready until she arrived at her office. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she picked up her phone and dialled Nene’s contact.

“Good morning,” Olivia greeted, her tone calm, though her anticipation crackled beneath the surface. “You asked me to call today. Has Mrs. Scott returned?”

Nene’s polite but distant voice replied, “Good morning, Mrs. Owen. Her flight will land in an hour, and I will be heading to the airport to pick her up shortly.”

Relief washed over Olivia, and she exhaled audibly. Without hesitation, she asked, not waiting for a formal invitation, “What time should I come over?”

Nene’s tone remained measured as she replied, “Please, be ready at 5 PM. We will send a car to pick you up.”

Olivia’s eyebrows arched at the offer. “No need to send a car,” she interjected quickly. “I will find my way there. Just send Mrs. Scott’s address to me.”

But Nene was unwavering. “Mrs. Owen, we insist. You are Mrs. Scott’s guest and should be treated accordingly. Please provide your location, and a chauffeur will pick you up.”

After a brief pause, Olivia relented. “Fine. Send the car to the Scott family main residence.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day, Mrs. Owen,” Nene said before ending the call.

—

Placing the phone down, Nene turned to Aurora, who was thumbing through a glossy lifestyle magazine. “Ma’am, the message has been passed successfully. Which car should we send to pick her up?”

Aurora replied without looking up from the magazine, “Send a Rolls Royce. Make her feel valued.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Nene replied with a bow. “By the way, your outfit for the evening is ready. Would you like to see it now?”

Aurora glanced up, interest flickering in her gaze. “Sure. And let me know when Liam returns with the mask.”

Nene nodded before leading Aurora to one of the downstairs rooms that had been transformed into a private fashion showroom.

—

Meanwhile, in her office, Olivia leaned back in her chair, humming softly to herself after her call with Nene. But her mood shifted as her phone rang again. Seeing her mother’s name flash on the screen, the hum died in her throat, replaced by a grimace.

She didn’t answer immediately, letting the phone ring a few more times before picking up.

“Olivia, my dear,” Stella’s voice came through, sugar-coated but firm. “Come home this evening. I want you to accompany me somewhere. There are a few important people I want you to meet.”

“I’m busy,” Olivia replied flatly, glancing at her freshly painted nails, which she had done the previous day in preparation for her meeting with Mrs. Scott.

“You’re not,” Stella countered smugly. “I checked your schedule before calling. You’re free this evening.”

Olivia’s hand froze mid-motion as irritation flared. She considered telling her mother about her plans with Mrs. Scott but held back, annoyed by her controlling behaviour and her recent string of failures against Aurora.

“I have a private appointment,” Olivia said, leaning back and crossing her legs behind her desk. She refused to give in to her mother this time around, and she promised to make sure her subtle message was passed across.

“Olivia,” Stella’s voice dropped a notch, tinged with persuasion. “Believe me, no private appointment is more important than this. Major Walker invited me to dine with his family tonight. This is an opportunity to build connections you shouldn’t miss.”

At the mention of Major Walker, Aurora’s biological father, Olivia’s curiosity piqued. She quickly uncrossed her leg and sat up. “Aurora’s father?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes,” Stella confirmed with evident pride. “Be ready by 5 PM and meet me at home. We will go to the Major’s private residence together.”

Olivia found herself at a crossroads. Both dinners were crucial in different ways: solidifying ties with Aurora’s father could elevate her standing, but building rapport with Mrs. Scott without her mother’s influence was equally significant.

As the clock ticked, she was left with a difficult decision to make. But one thing was clear, she had to go to dinner with whoever’s connection she deemed more important to secure.

—

By 5 PM, Olivia was seated before her dresser, securing diamond earrings in place. Spritzing perfume onto her wrists, she stood and smoothed out her shimmering silver gown. She looked every bit the confident socialite she wanted to present tonight.

As she stood up from the stool, Owen entered the room, his jacket draped over one arm. His gaze swept over her attire. “You’re going out?”

“Obviously,” Olivia replied with a smirk. “Did you think I dressed up like this to sit and have dinner with your family?”

Owen rolled his eyes, uninterested. “Who are you meeting this time?”

She scoffed, grabbing her Chanel bag. “None of your business,” she said curtly before brushing past him.

Downstairs, a servant informed her that the car was ready. Before she could respond, the housekeeper hurried inside. “Ma’am, a car from Mrs. Scott has arrived.”

Curiosity piqued, Olivia stepped outside. Her eyes widened at the sleek black Rolls Royce parked in front of the house.

“She sent a Rolls Royce?” she murmured to herself, momentarily taken aback.

The passenger door opened, and a well-dressed butler stepped out, bowing respectfully. “Good evening, Mrs. Owen. I am Mrs. Scott’s butler. I’ve been sent to escort you. Please, let’s go.”

Suppressing a smile of pride, Olivia turned to the waiting servant. “I won’t be needing the other car. I’ve changed my mind.”

With confidence in every step, Olivia approached the Rolls Royce. The butler opened the back passenger door, and she gracefully slid inside, her head held high as if she were already royalty.

The butler returned to the front passenger seat, and as the car smoothly pulled away, Olivia’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. This evening, she vowed to do everything in her power to win Mrs. Scott over.