Chapter 505

As long as Olivia's price was within Brittany's means, Brittany would agree and dismiss Olivia as quickly as possible. Ideally, Brittany would get Olivia to write a letter confirming her departure. This would prove that Brittany hadn't forced Olivia, but that Olivia had been swayed by money. This way, Alexander would see Olivia's true character.

"How much do I want?" Olivia frowned, feigning deliberation. She muttered, "Two, three, four, five, six how about 500 million?"

Brittany nearly choked in shock. She couldn't believe her ears. 500 million? Does this woman think I own a gold mine?! "Are you kidding me?!" Brittany exclaimed, leaping to her feet. She realized Olivia was toying with her, and her cheerful façade crumbled.

"Of course not! Since you attempted humor, I'm merely reciprocating!" Olivia said disapprovingly.

"I made a joke? When?" Brittany couldn't recall any joke.

"You and I know who he is and his worth. We both know the benefits and wealth you'll gain by marrying him. To offer one million to get rid of me—are you belittling him or the Russell family?"

Olivia had long considered how the wealthy often attempt to buy off the less fortunate. If someone sought financial gain, wouldn't they choose the most advantageous option? Why relinquish a valuable asset for a pittance? It made no sense.

"So, you're not leaving?" Brittany tore up the check angrily. This woman wasn't as easily manipulated as she'd thought. "Do you think you can actually marry him? You're not worthy."

Olivia tilted her head, arms crossed, and smirked. "I can't say I'm worthy, but you certainly aren't! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here trying to get rid of me so desperately!" This struck Brittany hard, causing her to blush. Her hands clenched into fists. "Shut up!"

Olivia was right. Otherwise, Brittany wouldn't have hired a private investigator and shown up at Olivia's doorstep.

"This is my house, and this is my mouth. I can say whatever I want. Why should I shut up? Leave if you don't like it!"

Each sentence was sharper than the last. Brittany, furious, forgot her composure. Her self-control—to avoid stooping to Olivia's level—vanished.

She longed to tear Olivia apart.

"You shameless sl*t!" Brittany screamed, lunging at Olivia, scratching and clawing. She wanted to rip off the mask she believed Olivia wore.

Olivia, unprepared for the attack, was knocked to the ground. After a brief struggle, she propped herself up on her elbows. Brittany, however, continued to wrestle her, clawing at Olivia's face.