Chapter 96

Alexander's POV I recognized the car immediately—one of the Jaguars from my garage. I grabbed my coat and walked over. Through the windshield, I saw Vivienne leaning back in her seat, arms crossed, watching me with a casual smile. I circled the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and slid in. "How long have you been here? Why didn’t you call me?" Vivienne started the engine. "Not long. There were people throwing themselves at you earlier. How could you have noticed me?" As she parked, I saw Olivia stumble right into his arms. She’d been so caught up in the drama unfolding that calling me hadn’t even crossed her mind. I quickly clarified, "I was just helping her up." That night, Olivia had been precise in everything she did—but in the end, she couldn’t keep it together. Earlier, in the elevator, I’d noticed Olivia trying to make a move she never finished. I didn’t believe she had actually twisted her ankle. It seemed, just as