Chapter 7 Fix It. Or I Take Away The Project

There was absolutely no reason for this brutal show of force. Not when Dimitri had gotten her the Damapol project.

So Olivia didn’t protest and let herself be dragged away by him.

Andrea spotted them leaving from a distance and immediately raised her glass to give a speech.

“People, let’s give it up for Mr. Scavo, the reason my humble Hodge family was even considered for a project like this one.”

Immediately, all eyes diverted toward them, prompting Dimitri to stop… in severe confusion.

Andrea walked to the middle of the room, held the glass with both hands, and continued smiling.

“Well, you see, my Olivia embarrassed him just the other day, yet he still talked her up favorably to his uncle. I couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.”

Dimitri was even more perplexed and lowered his eyes to Olivia.

“You got the Damapol project?”

Olivia nodded vigorously and reached forward to hold his hand. “I feel so ashamed thinking of how I embarrassed you. From now on, I will do exactly as you ask.”

Dimitri’s throbbing heart slowed and he blinked slowly in confusion.

How was that possible? Don had outrightly said the proposal looked like it was sketched up by a talentless child.

Given his uncle’s need for near-perfect proposals, a statement like that meant the applicant was disqualified.

Could it be he was impressed by Olivia’s fierceness at the hotel and decided to go through it again?

Or did he really consider it, but this time taking into account that it was a favor for his nephew?

Whatever the case, Dimitri was almost certain the win came because of him.

So his sour mood vanished in an instant and he took a glass of wine from a passing waiter. “A toast to a lasting collaboration between Scavo Corp and Hodge Construction!”

Then he paused, glanced down at Olivia, and gave her a kiss on the lips.

At the public display of affection, Andrea’s mood soared and she eagerly drained her drink.

As expected, seeing how close the two were, several people looking to curry favor with the Scavo family began heading toward them to initiate small talk.

By the wine section, Alicia watched helplessly, recalling the saying about things that were meant to be.

Maybe she really wasn’t meant to be in the Hodge family.

As she played with her phone, her eyes darted up the stairs toward Olivia’s room, and her eyes twinkled.

Olivia’s laptop. She couldn’t get anyone to look at the email on Olivia’s proposal without making it seem like she wanted to claim the glory, but if she could get her hands on that proposal…

She scratched the bridge of her nose and looked around.

Olivia was embedded in Dimitri’s hand like an accessory, and the two were walking around greeting people, basking in the spotlight.

This was the best opportunity to know if she really was right about the email.

Alicia glanced around one more time before scurrying up the stairs.

She slipped into the room and pulled herself closer to the laptop.

Since she didn’t know the password, she grabbed the portrait by the side of the bed and flashed it at the camera.

It unlocked the facial recognition a second later and she began scrolling through the documents.

Olivia was smart, so Alicia realized she must’ve deleted it to hide her tracks, so she went into the trash, but that too… was empty.

Sighing, she picked up her things and left the room.

Unaware that as she turned a corner, Olivia’s head popped out behind her, watching her leave with a bright smile on her face.

Meanwhile, as this was going on, a certain man stood in his office, squinting at and zooming in on the text message he had just received.

“Young Master Hayne, your grandparents said to ask if your wife would be comfortable having dinner with them three months from now?” The familiar voice of Derek’s butler blared from the landline on his desk, and a bereaved sigh escaped his lips.

“Since the Damapol project was awarded to my cousin and not me, I’m afraid I’ll be returning to the countryside by the end of the week. If you do need to remain married, it’s no problem with me!” He read aloud the message he had just received from Alicia and sucked his teeth.

His grandparents were no longer in charge of the company, so they were pretty much completely jobless.

Thus, they were having people trail him. They thought they were being sleek, but he could see them everywhere he went. They even had spies in the company whose primary job was to find out who his new wife was.

If she suddenly moved to the countryside and they hardly met like they had been doing for the past week, they would know for a fact their marriage was a sham. He couldn’t let that happen.

And what was this nonsense about the Damapol project being awarded to another member of the Hodge family when his wife’s proposal was in the mix?

The next second, he held up his phone again and dialed Don’s number. “Fix it. Or I take away the project.”

The line went dead immediately.

Don, who was preparing to go to sleep at that moment, was immediately thrown into a state of panic.

The Damapol project was worth six billion. Thanks to it, Scavo Corp had become a multi-billion-dollar company.

If he suddenly lost the project, they’d become the first company to lose their rank in just a year.

But he was also confused and didn’t know where to start from.

He had been on his best behavior and even assigned a portion of the project to the Hodge family—to Derek’s wife. What was he missing?

He was still deep in thought when he heard faint sounds of struggling outside the door and left his room to see his in-house security dragging Dimitri out.

The moment Dimitri saw him, he threw himself to the floor helplessly.

“Uncle Don, thank you. Thank you so much for considering the Hodge family for the project. My girlfriend was so happy to hear that she got the project.”

“What… did you just say?” Don’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.