Suppressing the reluctance gnawing at her, Olivia bit her lip and quickly transformed her expression into one of pitiful distress. "Rainer, I can stand. ....I think I twisted my ankle. It hurt so much."
At the sound of her voice, Rainer paused, his eyes flickering with realization. In the heat of the moments, he had pushed Olivia down.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself, then turned to his subordinate. In a calm but firm tone, he instructed, "Help Olivia up and take her to the hospital. Be discreet — don't let the media catch wind of this."
"Yes, Mr. Stuart," the subordinate replied, moving quickly to assist Olivia.
Reluctantly, Olivia watched, helpless, as Rainer wheeled away, leaving her behind.
She fumed inwardly, "Damm you, Willow! How dare you play the victim in front of Rainer? What a shameless bitch!"
"Miss Mardy, are you okey?" Rainer's subordinate asked, his voice full of concern as he noticed the sour expression on her face.
