Chapter 818
Terrified by his fierce gaze, Sophia froze and respectfully replied without a moment of hesitation,
"Please wait a second while I get her." While saying so, she dashed into the back room.
In the meantime, Olivia was instructing one of the designers when she saw Sophia entering frantically.
She looked up and asked, "What''s the matter?"
Afterposing herself, Sophia answered, "There''s a man outside insisting to see you."
Olivia was shocked. "Who?" She set down the things in her hand and rose to her feet to head outside.
Sophia then gave her a heads-up. "I don''t recognize him, but he looks kind of scary. Miss Olivia, please
be careful."
In response, Olivia acknowledged Sophia''s warning and went out. However, she was dumbfounded
when she saw the man before her. Back when she was at Double Dragon Court, she had been
educated on a few influential figures, so she could easily recognize him—he was the leader of Samuel
Court, Christoff Stevenson. Cruel and violence were his middle name.
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Why is he here?
Without much time to think about it, she politely greeted Christoff, "Hi there, I heard you''re looking for
me. What''s the matter?"
A trace of shock subconsciously appeared in Christoff''s eyes while he forced a smile on his originally
cold face. "So, you''re Eugene Nn''s woman, Olivia Maxwell?"
Hearing that question, Olivia seemed to have realized a lot of things. So, this is why he insists on
meeting me. He must be one of the assassins from Samuel Court, who was sent to jail by Eugene and
is now out for revenge!
"Yes, I am, and you are?" She pretended not to know him.
The man chuckled. "No wonder Eugene keeps you so well-protected. You''re indeed gorgeous."
Olivia humbly replied, "I''m ttered. Just a matter of type, I suppose."
Christoff asked with a raised eyebrow, "Does your store provide custom-made clothes?"
She answered, "We do."
"If that''s the case, I''d like for you to design a set for me," he said.
Olivia affirmed, "Sure. Have a seat, sir." While saying so, she pulled out a chair to get him seated.
After Christoff sat down, he kept staring at Olivia.
This left Olivia with slightly furrowed eyebrows, but she quicklyposed herself. "Sir, can I have your
last name?"
Leaningzily against the chair, he half-heartedly uttered, "Stevenson!"
With a professional attitude, she asked, "Do you have a preferred design? Or you can tell me what kind
of style you''d like, and I''ll try my best to satisfy your requests."
Grinning, Christoff looked at her with affectionate eyes. "Satisfy my requests? Ha! Miss Maxwell, your
words are misleading."
While looking at him, Olivia exined, "What I meant is that I will satisfy any requests you have on the
style of your custom-made clothing. Mr. Stevenson, you should control your imaginations."
He burst outughing and suddenly leaned forward while looking at her with a teasing gaze. "It''s hard
for me to control myself with you sitting in front of me."
Her face instantly fell. "If that''s the case, I might have to ask you to leave, Mr. Stevenson."
As his expression darkened, Christoff sneered. "Leave? How are you supposed to manage a business
when you can''t even take a small joke?"
However, Olivia did not back down. "I''m running a clothing store, not a nightclub!"
He retorted, "What''s the difference? You still have to satisfy your customer''s requests."
"Of course, there is a difference. None of my customers talk like you!" she rebuked coldly.
A smirking Christoff asked, "What? Have I offended you?"
She replied, "Yes, you have. If you want someone to satisfy that kind of request, you have the wrong
store. Please leave!"
Heughed in response. "You look like an innocent little rabbit on the outside, but you''re actually a
wildcat. Miss Maxwell, it seems that your appearance is rather deceiving."