Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

The banquet hadn’t started, so people were walking around and looking at the displays.

Calista’s act of calling Olivia out had attracted the eyes of many.

Noticing the frown on Ethan’s face, Marina hastily hooked an arm in his and explained, “Olivia and Calista were classmates. They had some grudges in the past. It’d be inappropriate if you meddled in their business.”

Ethan silently removed his arm from hers and straightened his tie.

Marina didn’t continue the topic or move closer to him.

Instead, she simply reminded him, “Besides, you and Olivia are already divorced. What would people think if you tried to help her now?

!We’re getting engaged soon, and the hospital is in the middle of preparations. Any rumors about you will greatly affect Miller Group’s shares. Logically speaking, you should keep your distance from her.”

“Who told you I was going to help her?” Ethan retorted as he left without turning back.

Calista tried to make things worse by pointing at Olivia and declaring, “It’s clear that this thief came without an invitation. Everyone should check their belongings to make sure that nothing gets stolen.”

“Where’s the person in charge? Are you even doing your work? Why is there a thief in here?” The person who spoke was. Michael Crosby’s son, Shawn Crosby, who’d appeared out of nowhere.

Shawn had never met Olivia before. He simply looked her up and down and said, “Miss, please leave.”

Olivia found it rather amusing. Calmly, she asked, “Why should I leave?”

“Miss, everyone’s seat is based on the amount they have donated. There’s no place for you here,” he explained.

“That’s right. Why waste your time explaining things to a thick–skinned woman like her? We don’t even know if she’s been sanitized. Look at the way she dresses! It’d be so embarrassing to stand next to her!”

Calista had stirred up such a commotion. Although no one came at Olivia, everyone’s words were like knives stabbing her.

Nevertheless, Olivia stood where she was, her face expressionless. Slowly, she said, “I’ve already donated.”

“You? Heh. How much can you even donate? Five dollars? Maybe three dollars? Why don’t you tell us?”

Olivia had never been one to show off, but she was forced into a dead end now and could only say, “Five million dollars.” That made Ethan turn his gaze back to her, a frown gracing his face. He knew that Olivia wasn’t a materialistic person and wouldn’t bother to lie.

He’d given her ten million dollars, and she’d already donated five million dollars. What was she thinking?