Chapter 675 Fratricide, Huh?

• “Olivia~ヾ(??°??°??)????, how’s my brother doing?” Vance Wilson pushed the door open with a cheerful grin, ready to play the doting little brother and check on his dear big bro, and then…
• He saw Alexander Wilson, pale as a sheet, dead asleep on the bed, while Olivia had already washed up, changed into clean clothes, and sat cross-legged on the couch hugging two laptops.
• Hearing Vance come in, Olivia didn’t even look up.