Julian’s POV
I was frozen, staring at this Olivia ‘impersonator,’ immediately seeing Olivia herself before me.
“Hello, Alpha,” she said, and even her smile was the same. She politely bowed her head, then looked up at me from under her lashes. “My name is Becky.”
It took a moment, but when I recovered from my shock, my anger tripled. “What’s the meaning of this, Olivia?”
Tony laughed. “Olivia? Cousin, you heard her. Her name is Becky. She works at the theater. I’ve known her for years.”
Tony’s words confused me. My cousin was many things, a playboy and a freeloader, a man who seemed more keen on living on his inheritance and our family name than actually working hard a day in his life. But I didn’t think he would lie about something like this.
Why would he? When, if the truth came out
