Olivia did her best to suppress the irritation simmering beneath her expression as she watched Missy and Raven across the table.
For some reason, the more professional they acted, the more it irritated her.
And yet, even through their composed demeanor, she could still catch traces of something more intimate lingering between them—small gestures, quiet glances, the subtle familiarity that seemed far deeper than the last time she had seen them together at the charity gala.
"It is all included in the report regarding the exhibition and auction plans," Ethan said as he concluded the presentation. "If there is anything you are still dissatisfied with, we will gladly revise it."
Raven gave a small nod.
"The planning is thorough. I am satisfied with the report."
His expression remained calm.
"As for future transactions and payments, my wife will be handling those matters."
Ethan twitched almost imperceptibly.
He still was not used to hearing Missy referred to as Raven's wife.
