Adam's scolding left Olivia and Stella reeling as he stormed off, slamming the door behind him. Stella quickly regained her composure and picked up her phone, her gaze steely as she issued orders.
"If you spot Owen before the wedding, get some men to lure him into a fight. Give him a beating—but make sure his face is untouched. I don't want the wedding photos ruined," she snapped. "And keep it out of the press. The last thing we need is another scandal."
The voice on the other end sighed. "Understood."
Olivia watched wide-eyed, shocked at her mother's swift response. "Mum…what are you doing?"
"Taking revenge on your behalf." Stella shrugged without a care in the world. "Or are you feeling sorry for him already?"
Olivia turned away, crossing her arms defiantly, but her silence was enough.
"I thought as much," Stella commented.