Chapter 115 The Grandfather at My Doorstep

Olivia POV

"Mam Elena, Nadia, give us the room," I say, without taking my eyes off Damian.

"Olivia." Nadia doesn't move from where she's planted between him and my desk. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"I'll be at the reception," Elena says, gathering the pages into her folder. "Shout if you need me...

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