Olivia pretended to be conflicted as she pushed him away. "Please let me think about it."

She got into the car, but Warren gripped the car door, refusing to let her leave. "Don't go, please."

"I have my concerns. If I knew that you'd be here, I wouldn't have come over today. I can't think straight right now. Can you let go and let me think about it for now?"

"You have to stop ignoring my messages."

"Alright."

It was only then that Warren let go of the car door. Before stepping on the gas pedal, Olivia even put on a hesitant look. She looked like she was about to cry.

The best way to deal with people like Warren was to leave them hanging. She would let him think about it on his own, and he would constantly debunk and rebuild his theories.

He would be conflicted, but she had to seem even more conflicted than him.

In the next phase, he would think of her as a tragic person. He wouldn't be able to break free from his feelings of pity toward her. Then, she could carry out her new pl