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Katniss didn't answer immediately, letting the phone vibrate for a while.

On the other end, Oliver, with a cold expression, dialed again.

Katniss put the herbal soup aside and then leisurely answered the call, "Mr. Manners, what's up?"

Her tone was distant and slightly mocking.

"Katniss, what kind of attitude is that?"

"What kind of attitude do you expect? If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm hanging up."noveldrama

As Katniss spoke, she was really about to hang up when Oliver's angry voice came through, "I know all about what happened with Simon. You've gone too far!"

"Come to the hospital, bring your bodyguard, and apologize to Simon!"

Katniss pressed her lips together, recalling Conrad's words. He hadn't left any evidence. She wasn't afraid of the Manners family causing trouble with the police.

Now that Oliver was saying this, he was probably testing her.

Katniss chuckled lightly and retorted, "Mr. Manners, I didn't come looking for you; you came looking for me. It's Simon who owes an explanation."

"Simon almost ran me over today."

"What happens to Simon has nothing to do with me. He has offended so many people; who knows who it could be."

Without thinking, Katniss knew Oliver hadn't gotten the full story, probably just a few evasive explanations from Simon.

It hadn't been long, and he was already rushing to settle the score with her.

Oliver's face turned ugly with anger at Katniss's attitude, "Katniss, no matter what your current status is, don't forget your last name!"

"No matter what, you are my child. I am your father."

"How can you be so ungrateful and talk to me like this!"

Katniss felt like she had heard the biggest, ioke in the world. but she couldn't laugh. her eyes filled with endless coldness.

"Ungrateful? I've already been. Mr. Manners, your actions hardly resemble those of a 'father.""

Katniss was really tired and didn't want to hear another word from him, then coldly said, "Mr. Manners, let me remind you again, discipline Simon properly. He dared to hit Maximilian's wife. I might let him off with a good temper, but others might not."

With that, Katniss hung up the phone, pressing her hands on the edge of the table, leaning down to regain her composure.

"What's wrong?"

Maximilian wheeled himself in and saw the scene.

Katniss was fine initially, but upon hearing his voice, her eyes reddened for some

reason.

She sniffed and raised her head nonchalantly, "Nothing, the smoke from cooking got in my eyes."

Maximilian's gaze lingered on her face, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Katniss, worried he might notice something, smiled and pushed the herbal soup towards him, "Maximilian, try this. It's a new recipe."

She didn't want to talk about it, and Maximilian didn't force her, starting to taste the herbal soup she made.

The taste was excellent, with a faint floral aroma that lingered.

After finishing the herbal soup, Maximilian went into the study.

Conrad was also called in.

Soon, Jesse received a call from Maximilian.

On the phone, Jesse grinned and defended himself, "Didn't I give Conrad a great idea?" "Considering my brilliant idea, don't hold it against me for forgetting to tell you at the time."

"I saw those people pestering you and thought this little thing wouldn't bother you." "Little thing?"

Maximilian's expression didn't change, his eyes cold as the moon, but with a hint of mischief, "Don't come up with ideas randomly in the future."

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"I'm doing this for you. I helped you teach Simon a lesson for bullying your wife." Jesse conceded, "Now you're being ungrateful? Mr. Hamilton, you should have a bit of conscience."

Maximilian mercilessly hung up the phone, then dialed Emilio.

"What's the biggest deal the Manners family has right now? Look into it and take it over."

Emilio understood without needing more words, knowing the Manners family had caused trouble again.

Meanwhile, in a massage parlor in Luminous City.

Oliver, with an ugly expression, threw his phone on the table.

That Katniss really didn't leave him any face!

Did she think hanging up on him would solve everything?

Laura happened to come in with a hot towel, glancing at the call log on the phone screen showing Katniss's name.

She squinted her eyes and handed the towel over obediently, "Oliver, you look even more tired than last time."

"Use the hot towel to wipe your hands. A man's hands are important; they need to be comfortable to rule the world."

Oliver looked up, his gaze falling on Laura's face, his mood slightly improving.

A few days ago, Laura had called him, asking to meet.

Oliver had already given her a sum of money and was recently busy, not wanting any complications, so he refused.

But Laura said she had found a part-time job and earned some money, wanting to repay him.

Only then did Oliver come out, only to find out Laura was working as a masseuse at this parlor. He frowned, thinking it was inappropriate for Laura to work here. Laura raised her face, tears glistening in her eyes, "Oliver, do you think girls who do this kind of work are dirty?"

"I'm not. I work cleanly there. I know society has prejudices against girls working there."

"Oliver, please don't misunderstand me. I just want to earn money with my own hands to support myself and my mom."

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After saying that, Laura forcibly gave him the little money she had saved.

Because of her words, Oliver couldn't help but feel remorse for his initial thoughts.

A girl who could endure hardship and be so filial was indeed rare.

He couldn't really take Laura's money, so he ended up getting a premium membership

card from her to help her with her performance.

Laura would occasionally text him, inviting him to relax.

Laura was a newcomer, not formally trained, and her massage techniques weren't particularly comfortable.

But the few times Oliver came, Laura's gentle and sensible demeanor made him feel more relaxed than the massage itself.

After that, whenever he had time, Oliver would come here to rest overnight, with Laura chatting beside him, never crossing any boundaries.

This made Oliver more at ease, and he came more frequently, eventually booking a private room here.

After wiping his hands with the hot towel, Laura took it and brought over a fruit platter. The apples were cut unevenly, the grape stems weren't cleaned properly, and the fruit arrangement was poor, lacking any aesthetic appeal.

Before Oliver could frown, Laura apologized, "I'm sorry. I prepared this myself. Do you not like it?"

"I've never done this before; it was always the maids at home. I saw you were tired

today, and the staff responsible for the fruit platter had left."

"I sneaked in to make it. If you don't want to eat it, that's fine."

As she spoke, she was about to take the platter away, but Oliver raised his hand,

covering her wrist, "For a first attempt, it's not bad. It doesn't affect the taste."

Laura looked at him, her eyes brightening like a child receiving praise, "Then eat more." Oliver's gaze lingered on her face for a few more seconds, his eyes softening. After her family had an accident, Laura's twenty years of pampered life hadn't made her spoiled; instead, she was down-to-earth and serious about life.

Thinking of something, Oliver's face darkened, anger rising from his heart.

Unlike Katniss, who had just become Maximilian's wife and was already so arrogant.