Olivia's POV:
Tears formed in my eyes as I glared at Mr. Bennett. I don't know, but I felt a pang of pain when he called me a stripper. That's true; I was a stripper at nightclubs, and I was ashamed and still regret that.
He stood up and walked towards me. I couldn't hold it in again as tears rolled down my cheeks. He quickly wiped my tears before holding my hands. "I am sorry," he apologized, and I sniffed in.
"We will have dinner with Mr. Douchet; it's a business dinner," he explained with a calm tone, and I nodded. Then he walked to the table and picked up his phone.
"Let's go home." Mr. Bennett said, I was expecting him to scold and throw insults at me, but he didn't. I used to live a very indecent life in the past, and I still regret that. The fact that my father went bankrupt was all my fault.