The Crush’s Revenge

“Nigel, didn’t you say you’ve been thinking about me all these years? Then who is this woman?”

My words made Jora bite her lip in embarrassment.

“Mr. Jefferson, if you want me to leave, just say it. I’ll go right now.”

I acted rudely and unreasonably on purpose.

“I get it. You were lonely and needed someone to keep you company, so you found random women to pass the time. But now that I’m back, shouldn’t you send these lookalikes away?”

Nigel looked hurt.

“Olivia, how can you say that?”

When he saw I was not backing down, he hesitated for a while, then chose to defend Jora.

“Jora is just an assistant who helps me with daily stuff. I can’t kick her out for no reason.

“But don’t worry. You’re the only one I’ve ever truly loved.”

Blake had asked me to find a way to eliminate these lookalikes, who had ulterior motives.

But I did not expect Nigel to refuse to do it for me.

Seeing I was unhappy, Nigel tried calming me down and asked me to move in right away.

In front of me, he called someone and had three suitcases full of Chanel clothes delivered. He told me to wear whatever I liked.

His sweet gestures made me feel confused again.

Later, after I showered and came out to change into one of the new outfits, I found Jora waiting in the room.

She gave the boxes of Chanel clothes a little kick and said with a smirk, “Nigel treats every new lookalike like this. Don’t think you’re that special.”

When I remained speechless, Jora crossed her arms and gave me a proud, mocking smile.

“Even if we’re all just lookalikes, I’m still the one Mr. Jefferson cares about most. Otherwise, why would he have kept me around for so many years?

“And look at you now. You’re older, not as pretty, and you have a scar on your face.”

She pointed at my forehead and said sharply, “Once Mr. Jefferson sees you’re nothing like how he remembers, he’ll kick you out.”

I sighed inwardly.

If Nigel and I did not get back together and he ended up pushing me away, that would still count as completing what Blake asked me to do.

As long as Nigel could move on from me completely, even if it meant he hated me, I could leave with the money and walk away for good.

Before I could respond, Nigel walked into the room.

Jora’s eyes filled with fake tears. She suddenly dropped to the floor like she had been hurt.

“Olivia, I really love Mr. Jefferson. Why can’t you accept me?”

Nigel looked surprised, just like I was.

Before I could explain, he gently helped Jora up and told her to wait outside.

As she walked out, she wiped her tears and held onto Nigel’s arm. “Olivia just loves you too much. That’s why she’s acting like this. Please don’t be mad at her.”

Nigel looked at her with sympathy in his eyes.

After walking her out, he came back and looked at me, clearly torn.

“At first, I only kept Jora around because she reminded me of you.

“But over time, I realized she’s actually sweet, gentle, and kind. She’s a good person. Olivia, please don’t make things hard for her.”

I remembered how, back then, Nigel had always stood by me.

Even when his mother accused me of stealing her jewelry or poisoning her, Nigel never believed her.

He always trusted me and protected me without question.