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Warwick's POV I pulled Marsh and Zander apart. Because Marsh had got a few punches from Zander, he sobered up quite a bit. He glared at Zander, wiping off the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he chuckled and said with a sneer, "You wouldn't actually have fallen for Olivia, would you? You want her to be your mate?" After a short pause, he contemptuously added, "What a shame. She was my mate. I had her before you did, Zander. This time, you lost, completely." "Marsh!" When I saw Zander about to start a fight again, I quickly reached out to stop him, saying, "Zander, stop it. He's drunk. He was talking nonsense. Don't get so serious with a drunk guy, OK? Besides, he got drunk tonight all because of Olivia. He felt upset because Olivia turned a cold shoulder to him, you k