Chapter 198 - Stake His Claim (2/2)

”I'm not. Do you think I would let her roam around if I didn't teach her the basics? She's more than what you think she's capable of.”

”Last time I checked, she doesn't know how to hold a gun.”

Maxen grunted. What Wyatt said about Olivia was true. ”That was before I trained her how to protect herself. And her security team is tight so there is nothing that you should be worried about.”

Wyatt paused. His green eyes almost disappeared behind his eyelids as it narrowed in on Maxen.

He didn't want to doubt the prince's word but based on how he saw Olivia hold the gun last time, chances of her shooting someone successfully would need to happen at a close range.

”How did you teach her? How to pull a trigger?”

Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrow. ”About that…”

”I was right.”

”Never underestimate Olivia. I wouldn't let her out if I know she couldn't protect herself.”

Everyone was in sync and followed the standard procedure of ushering Maxen inside the panic room in a calm yet rushed manner.

Meanwhile, down in Olivia's decoy apartment, a pair of eyes hiding in the shadows followed her as she entered her bedroom. His Adam's apple bobbed, and a bead of sweat dribbled from his temple down to his neck, soaking his black shirt.

He had a mission today, and his breathing labored as he felt the end of the race closing in on him.

Like a predator in the wild, he waited patiently for the perfect time to pounce on his prey and stake his claim.

He watched as Olivia walked in the devil's lair—alone and clueless—and adrenaline roared in his veins, his heartbeat ramming in his ribcage was music to his ears.

Olivia, on the other hand, didn't pause or blinked as she stepped inside the bedroom, although she knew she wasn't alone upon entering the space.

She knew that smell. It was the scent she called home for years. She even went as far as diluting it with water when Lance was asleep because even with her pleas, he still wore it knowing Olivia's keen sense of smell.

If she was nervous, it didn't show in her face or in her body language. Like she always did, she left the bedroom door ajar and headed to the ensuite. Her footsteps were light and airy even when she felt her heart drop to her stomach in a plop.

Once she got inside the bathroom, she checked her phone one more time and the 'No Service' sign on the screen mocked her to no end.