Undercover Vengeance and Hidden Lies

part 42

*Late Evening*
*At the Event*

The high-profile event was in full swing, and the grand ballroom buzzed with the energy of influential people and important discussions. Matthew and Moris arrived, their presence immediately drawing attention. Andrew, Daniel, and Olivia were already there, mingling with other guests.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed when he saw Andrew. He approached with a steely gaze, Moris by his side.

Andrew: Matthew.

Matthew: As expected, you are here Andrew.

Their greeting was curt, the tension between them palpable. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken hostility.

Matthew: I trust the event is to your satisfaction?

Andrew: Always. Though, it seems you’re just here to keep an eye on things, aren’t you?

Matthew: I prefer to stay informed. You never know what surprises might come up.

Andrew’s eyes flashed with a hint of challenge.

Andrew: Indeed. And I suppose you’re planning to make your own mark here?

Matthew: Only if it’s necessary.

Their conversation was laced with sharpness, each sentence a thinly veiled jab at the other. Olivia watched from a distance, her expression cold and calculating. She glanced occasionally at Matthew, her gaze full of hidden malice.

Moris, observant as always, noticed Olivia’s behavior but chose to keep quiet, opting to observe her actions closely.

As the evening progressed, Matthew and Moris mingled with other business figures. Olivia remained on the periphery, her eyes never leaving Matthew. Eventually, Matthew found himself alone with Moris and a few other associates. A waiter approached with a tray of drinks.

Waiter: Sir, a drink for you?

Matthew accepted the drink and took a sip. Olivia’s smirk grew wider as she watched from a distance.

Soon after consuming the whole drink, Matthew began to feel the effects of the drink. His senses started to blur, and he excused himself, heading toward the washroom to compose himself.

Olivia’s eyes followed Matthew with a predatory glint. She had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. When she saw him take the drink, her smirk widened. The plan she had meticulously devised was falling into place.

She watched as Matthew staggered away, a small thrill of satisfaction coursing through her. With determined steps, she followed him, ensuring no one noticed her entering the men’s washroom.

As Matthew stumbled into the washroom, his head spinning, he tried to steady himself against the sink. The room seemed to tilt, and he could barely focus when Olivia appeared. Her presence made him uneasy, but the drug’s effects dulled his senses. He recognized the dangerous glint in her eyes too late.

Matthew: Olivia… what are you doing here?

Olivia: I’m here to take advantage of an opportunity, Matthew.

Olivia moved closer, smirking, her intentions clear. Matthew tried to push her away, but his strength was waning. Olivia’s hands were relentless as she began to unbutton his shirt.

Matthew: Stop… get away from me…

But Olivia was determined. She pressed herself against him, her lips finding his neck, and she planted a rough, unwanted kiss that made Matthew shudder. Her actions were aggressive, fueled by anger and desire.