Chapter 217
Even After Death
Olivia collected her emotions and opened the door. Her expression was back to normal.
âIâm ready.â
Sophia looked at her slightly pale face and said, âWhat kind of touching up did you do? Never mind,
you can use my lipstick. This is the trendiest color this year that men like.â
The bright lipstick glided across her lips. It gave her a radiant glow.
Oliviaâs complexion improved significantly. Sophia then sprayed some perfume on her. It was a rich and
enchanting fragrance.
Olivia frowned at the smell. But she was covered in it before she could decline.
âOkay, letâs head in. We canât keep Mr. Lincoln waiting.â
Sophia confirmed with Olivia yet again, âAre you sure you know the rules of the dinner table? I donât
need to give you a refresher course, right?â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
âOkay, thatâs good.â
They arrived at the private dining room.
It was unclear if Sophia had sent a picture of Olivia to Lincoln because he was unexpectedly early for
once. And he was full of
smiles, too.
Unlike in the past, when heâs always 30 minutes late intentionally.
âMr. Lincoln, Iâm so sorry. Weâre late even though weâre the ones that invited you. Iâll have to drink a
toast in apology.â
âItâs my pleasure to wait for beautiful ladies like yourself. Sophia, this one looks unfamiliar. Why donât
you introduce us?â
Sophia smiled shyly and said, âMr. Lincoln, this is Olivia. Sheâs new. Say hello to Mr. Lincoln, Olivia.â
Lincoln was around 40 years old. He was the typical middle-aged man: greasy and pot-bellied.
He squinted his eyes when he sized up Olivia. He was even more satisfied after a closer look.
He thought the picture he was sent had been touched up. But she looked prettier in person.
âHi, Mr. Lincoln.â Olivia greeted him expressionlessly.
Lincoln immediately reached out to pull her closer to him. âOlivia, Iâm an old acquaintance of your team
leader. Come over
and sit.â
Olivia didnât let him touch her. She chose a seat far away from him.
She looked at Lincolnâs awkward outstretched hand and Sophiaâs shocked expression. âHave a seat.
Donât be shy.
Sophia was speechless. She cursed at Olivia inwardly and held Lincolnâs arm.
She then said with a smile, âI apologize, Mr. Lincoln. Sheâs new, so she doesnât know better.â
Lincolnâs greedy gaze swept across Oliviaâs youthful face. He didnât seem angry.
âSheâs still young. Itâs understandable. Please, have a seat, and letâs bring out the food.â
Sophia had planned for Olivia to sit beside Lincoln. She didnât expect Olivia to pull a trick like that. She
had no choice but to sit on the right side of Lincoln. A few of his trusted aides sat to his left.
These aides are usually the ones that encourage the women to drink more alcohol. If they get the
women drunk, the men could have their way with them.
Lincoln was not in a rush. The night was still young. He engaged in idle conversation from time to time.
Olivia glanced at his hand from the corner of her eye. She saw his hand almost touching Sophiaâs inner
thigh.
Sophia was clearly unhappy about it. But she didnât dare to oppose Lincoln, so she wore a forced
smile.
âMr. Lincoln, have you given the contract some consideration? If you donât help me out soon, I will
really get fired.â Sophia said with a flirty tone.
No one knew what Lincolnâs hand did to Sophia under the table. She let out a soft cry.
Lincoln said in a jolly voice, âSophia, you need to have patience. I need to see how sincere you are if
you want me to sign the contract.â
Sophia met Oliviaâs gaze and said, âOlivia, Mr. Lincoln wants to see how sincere we are.â
Olivia smiled and said, âUnderstood, Ms. Linden.â
Lincoln saw Olivia stand up abruptly. He looked at her beautiful face and her slender neck. No matter
where he looked, she was stunning.
He started to feel anticipation when he thought about how he could have this woman for himself
tonight.
He wondered what Olivia would do to please him.
Would she feed him some wine? Or would she feed him some food? His imagination was going wild.
Olivia took a piece of pork chop and placed it on Lincolnâs plate. âHere, help yourself, Mr. Lincoln.
Lincoln was stunned. But Olivia didnât stop.
She piled more slices onto his plate. âWhy are you looking at me like that? Look at the pork chop. Is
this enough sincerity?
âThereâs still more if you want. You can have it all.â