"Good morning sunshine, how are you doing?" Olivia's father strode toward the dressing table where she was fixing her face. He slid the newspaper on the table.
"Look who's out here taking revenge on your behalf," he murmured with a teasing smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her damp hair, fingers lightly trailing through the strands.
"Maybe I'm the mastermind behind it all," Olivia whispered, her voice low and proud, a sly, satisfied smile forming on her lips. Her eyes, a little wider than usual, gleamed.
He chuckled, drawing back just enough to look at her. "Don't tell me… Oh my God, my flesh and blood." He kissed her again, slower this time, longer and harder.
Then his brows furrowed slightly. "But seriously, what's in it for you if Betty walks away with half of Philip's assets?"
