Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 119 Crazy Bunch

Brass cart from the boutique in the hotel’s lobby rolled into the suite that Olivia booked for their gal pal’s slumber parteeeh.

It contained designer clothes, bags, shoes, and accessories that the ladies could change into because earlier, Maxen noticed the ladies didn’t bring a luggage or two for their spontaneous staycation, so he told Jack to make the necessary arrangements.

When the boutique staff finished lining up a room full of items, they quietly made an exit.

It didn’t take long before another round of staff entered the suite once the boutique staff was out. This time, it was the hotel’s kitchen with the Executive Chef and his team.

They made their way to the suite’s kitchen and prepped for an a la carte service for their guests.

When everyone’s freshly showered and changed, the group made their way to the dining where the kitchen staff started their little show, starting to impress the pickiest guest of them all.

“How would Young Master like his pancake?” a sous chef asked Finn.

“Want a duck please.”

Raising the pancake batter bottle, Finn’s eyes turned as big as a saucer, glistening with amus.e.m.e.nt. He licked his bottom lip when the pancake slowly took its form.

With a flick of his wrist, and a flip of the pan, a pancake art of Donald Duck came into life.

A repressed, smug smile painted the chef’s face as he drank in the nods of approval from his guests and the clapping hands of Finn.

Even with their lack of sleep, and the ladies’ hangovers, everybody was in good spirits upon seeing the innocence in Finn’s smile whom Ollie picked up first thing in the morning just so Ava won’t throw a fit on him for leaving their child.

Across the table, Olivia rubbed circles on her temples. “I can’t believe you set me up on a date with Wyatt.” Olivia took a sip of tea, inhaling the aroma to soothe her from the head-splitting pain in her head.

“In my defense, Wyatt’s a loyal friend.”

“Hmm. Friend. Not a loyal lover.”

“Livi, stop. Okay? Don’t ruin our breakfast. And if you wanted to know why I didn’t introduce you to Maxen, my answer is simple: He has a country on his shoulders. If you think playing princess is fun, then go figure it out yourself.”

Identical hazel eyes sent daggers to each other, each pair never backing down until a sweet voice echoed in the room.

“Good morniiing! Who’s up for a slice of cake?” Emily tweeted, holding up a cake box in her hand.

Ava and Olivia exchanged knowing glances when they spotted the logo. The sisters-in-law knew where to find that place and it was the last location they thought Emily would be going, but still did.

“I dropped by Wyatt’s Villa and had my team pack up my belongings.” Emily raised a brow on her Livi darling as if telling her, ‘See. I told you I’m moving on.’

She needed to come clean because earlier she noticed her two gal pals talking with their eyes as if they were on a message telepathy hotline, paying the winner over their bet which she’ll come to Wyatt’s rescue first thing in the morning, and it won’t take rocket science who won the bet when Olivia raised a single brow across the table where Ava was seated.

“Pay up, Ava,” Emily elbowed the woman in question before finding a seat for herself beside Olivia.

“What are you talking about?” Ava innocently asked, taking a sip of her tea while her other hand caressed the shell of Finn’s ear who was seated beside her.

Fluffing her napkin, gently laying it on her lap, she tutted, “I guess Oliver’s shamelessness is rubbing off on you. I know you made bets on me last night.”

“WE DID?”

“We did.”

“I was there too,” Emily verified Olivia’s statement, much to Ava’s chagrin.

Ava huffed, turning her head to her husband for support, “Sweetie, it was a silly drunken bet.”

“How much damage are we talking about here?” Olivier asked, popping a cherry tomato in his mouth. He tried to relax when an unsettling feeling told him that Emily and Olivia swindled his sweetie. Who bets against herself and wins? Emily did.

Darting from one pair of eyes to another, Oliver rounded the table with his gaze yet the three ladies were tight-lipped, so he went to the softest link of them all: his sweetie. “How can I help you if you won’t tell me?”

Ava bowed. How could she tell Oliver she’s the instigator of that bet? Now all she had to do was look pitiful and Oliver would save her from that agony. “Because I was positive that Emily won’t go back and rescue Wyatt.”

Silence ensued as none of the a.d.u.l.ts acknowledged the mention of Wyatt’s name. Oliver glanced at his sweetie, squeezing her hand in comfort knowing that she was internally reprimanding herself for her slip-up.

After a while, the clanking of silverware was too much for Emily to bear, so she reignited the conversation, stating, “I’m going on a vacation after I settle things in the office and that includes you, Maxen. I’ll be handing you the list for Xandra’s auction dates and locations.”

“Okay, Jack can set that up. And Natalia Baby, are you okay?” Maxen pushed his seat back, rushing to the bathroom where Olivia found refuge.

He bunched her hair in his hand as she emptied nothing in her stomach, gagging out nothing but slimy, bitter, green bile in the toilet.

Meanwhile, in the dining area, the conversation went on with Oliver raising a question. “Do you want to suggest switching Natalia for someone else?”

“Yeah, I don’t think she’s a suitable replacement for you, Emily. We all know how she had her eyes on Maxen since waaaay back. She’s just taking her time, knowing he’s not dating anyone. But once she finds out that Olivia’s in the picture…” Ava chimed in, pausing when Emily shrugged at her.

“But she’s been working for Maxen for too long, doing the bidding on his behalf. I don’t see any problem with that. She’s a pro at her side job.”

Ava inched her face forward, and spoke in a hushed tone, “She’s a pro at her job because Maxen didn’t bother to look longer than a second in a girl’s eye for years. You saw it too, how he couldn’t get his eyes off her. And do you know what’s worse? I heard from Fiona before that Natalia paid her a visit once and”

Ava’s eyes darted to where the bathroom was, cutting her speech short.

She straightened in her seat and smiled at Maxen and Olivia who were taking their grand time walking back to their seat.

All the while they waited for the pair, Ava and Emily made sure they kept their tongues where it’s supposed to be: Inside their mouths.

“Sorry about that.” Olivia leaned forward to scoop her goblet, quenching her parched throat. “You mentioned Xandra’s paintings? I can go with Maxen. I’m eyeing her pieces too anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Maxen couldn’t believe that a rare opportunity such as staying beside his baby popped up like a mushroom. Afraid that Olivia would take her word back, he grinned at Emily. “You heard her.. You can forward the list to Gail. Wait, how many are left in her collection? Two? Three?”

“There’s two more, one in two weeks and another at the end of the year. Yes, she intentionally dated it on the child’s birthday.” Emily frowned. She shook off the thoughts in her head when a memory of Xandra flashed before her eyes.

“How old is the kid? Are you sure she’s even alive?” Olivia scanned the room and the look on their faces told her that they were all skeptical about the child’s existence too.”

“It doesn’t matter. If the child is alive or not, as long as I bring Xandra’s child to her tomb. Mother and child deserved to know the other’s existence. And she told me she wrote the location in her paintings for her Gainsborough Collection during her sane hours.”

When Emily saw Olivia shook her head in disapproval of what the latter was hearing, she helped to convince her Livi darling and herself too. “It’s the last two of her collection, Livi darling. If we find anything, then good. If we end up finding nothing in her ‘clues’, I believe Maxen knows what to do.”

“You’re a crazy bunch.” Olivia, lost for words, leaned on her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She sighed in frustration. She couldn’t believe that she’s hanging out with such twisted people. But what she couldn’t believe the most was she’s dating one!

“And I am crazy for you,” Maxen declared, much to the rest’s disgust, including Olivia who scratched her ear.

“Oh!” Olivia exclaimed, remembering something. She shifted in her seat, facing Maxen. She had to say it before another topic would be discussed. “I need to speak with your proxy bidder. What’s her name again? I’ll have Secretary Gail set up a meeting.”

“Natalia Vasiliev.”