The village had street lamps, but the light barely pierced the thick darkness of the night.
The dim light, especially at the alley entrance, cast a long shadow of Arnold on the ground. It made him appear tall and prominent.
Olivia felt a flush on her face. Arnold was exceptionally good-looking, his demeanor exuding elegance and charm. He looked like a nobleman, refined and graceful.
They were all from the same circle of friends. If not for her friendship with Kayla and knowing that Arnold cared for her, Olivia might have even considered pursuing him herself.
With a hint of anticipation, she asked, "Mr. Lawson, you saw what happened just now. I'm about to go find Felicia to settle the score. Are you planning to join us?"
However, Arnold shook his head.
Olivia's face showed confusion, and a bad premonition crept in.
Sure enough, Arnold shifted his gaze to her. His voice was cold as he said something completely unlike him, "I saw what happened just now, so I don't agree with you causing trouble for Felicia."
Did the sun rise from the west today?
Was Arnold actually speaking up for Felicia?
Olivia nearly choked with anger, feeling both aggrieved and furious. "Felicia attacked me first! Mr. Lawson, you were present. You saw it! Felicia is a lunatic. She threatened me with red-hot fire tongs! I'm the victim here, and you're actually siding with her?"
"I'm not siding with her," Arnold replied flatly. "I'm just stating the facts."
Then, he added, "Moreover, you provoked her by taking photos first."
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