Page 66 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

"You owe me another kiss, then," Jeremy winked.

Ellie bit her lip, suppressing a laugh while trying to keep a straight face. "Don’t act smart now. Go away."

Jeremy pouted dramatically before running off.

Meanwhile, just across the street, Olivia and Jessica had stepped out of a high-end jewelry store. Olivia clutched a diamond set she had been obsessing over for weeks.

That was when Olivia spotted Ellie.

Immediately, Olivia’s eyes darkened, and without waiting for Jessica, she marched inside, leaving her behind.

Jeremy had already left, leaving Ellie alone with the older woman.

"I’ll be inside the hall," the woman told Ellie. "You need to change and be there in five minutes."

"Sure," Ellie nodded, turning to leave—only to find Olivia standing right in front of her, blocking her path.

"Oh my god," Ellie groaned, flinching back. "Don’t you have anything better to do than stalk me?"

Olivia’s lips curled into an ugly smile. “You better start calling me ‘Miss Olivia’ from now on, beggar.” Her voice dripped with condescension. “Sawyer isn’t your boyfriend—he’s mine. You’re just a maid living under his roof. Know your place and remember who your mistress is.”

Ellie scoffed. "Yeah, you sure are a mistress, alright. I can tell by the way you came rushing in here, whining about me when you were the one who left him and ran away."

Olivia scoffed, her lips curling in disdain as she dangled the diamond-studded bag in her hand.

"It’s none of your business what my boyfriend and I do. He loves me!" She sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Don’t you get the fucking reality? You’re just a beggar scraping by."

Her gaze swept over Ellie from head to toe, eyes flashing with mockery. "You’re still penniless, aren’t you?" She let out a cold laugh. "No wonder. Beggars are always like this—walking around with their heads held high, acting proud, when they don’t even have a single penny to their name."

Olivia took a step closer, lowering her voice to a taunting whisper. "Look at you. Here you are, desperately begging people to give you work, to hand you money. Sawyer blocked you, didn’t he?" She let out another sharp laugh. "And now? You’ve finally become a real beggar, haven’t you?"

Ellie clenched her jaw, but before she could respond, Olivia’s eyes flickered to the reflection in a nearby car’s window. She spotted Jessica walking toward them behind Ellie.

A wicked thought struck her, and before Ellie could react, Olivia thrust the coffee cup she had in Ellie’s hands—then suddenly yanked Ellie’s hand forward, making it seem as if Ellie had thrown the coffee in her face.

The liquid splashed across Olivia’s skin, and in an instant, she let out an ear-piercing scream.

She staggered back, clutching her face as coffee seeped into her skin.

'Since this bitch is the real Olivia, I’m going to make sure she never gets near the Whitlocks again.' Olivia’s thoughts twisted with malice. 'She already snuck her way to Sawyer behind my back. Sawyer doesn’t know, and neither do Jessica or her husband. Before they find out, I’ll make them hate her. I’ll make them throw her out—and then, I’ll kill her again. It’s not that hard.'

Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a blood-curdling wail.

“Mom! Mom!” Olivia shrieked, clutching her face. “She threw coffee at me! Oh god, it burns! It burns—just like that fire all those years ago, Mom!”

Her sobs were heart-wrenching, filled with sheer agony.

Jessica’s heart dropped. Her daughter’s raw sobs struck deep, sending her running toward them in panic.

A sharp slap echoed in the air.

The force of Jessica’s palm sent Ellie sprawling onto the ground. Her hands scraped against the pavement, leaving raw scratches.

Jessica’s voice trembled with rage and disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?!”

From her angle, all she could see was Olivia in agony and Ellie standing there, coffee dripping from her hands. It looked like Ellie had attacked Olivia.

Jessica’s face twisted in grief. “My poor daughter…” She crouched beside Olivia, her hands trembling as she touched Olivia’s reddened skin. “She’s already suffered so much—she hasn’t even healed from her painful past! Why—” Jessica’s voice cracked, her eyes glistening with tears. “Why did you burn her?”

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