Olivia's POV
I stared at Maxwell in complete shock. Did he just... scoff? At my dedication? So I've been doing what all these time? Lazying about?
The absolute nerve of this man!
"What are you doing here?" I blurted out, unable to hide the irritation in my voice.
Before Maxwell could answer, Kira jumped in with immediately. "Babe, can't you see he's here to make sure you rot in jail?" She wrapped her arm around my shoulders possessively and started petting my fake beard like we were some kind of power couple planning our wedding.
Maxwell stared at Kira like she had completely lost her mind, his eyebrows arching slightly.
"Oliver," he said slowly, his voice tight with frustration, "could you ask your... girlfriend... to excuse us? I need to speak with you privately."
"Absolutely not!" Kira declared, tightening her grip on me. "I cannot leave my man alone with you. What if I turn my head for one second and you dump Oliver back in prison? No way, honey. I'm staying right here."
