The Substitute Bride: Doted by My Billionaire Husband—Chapter 11: Pole Dancing

Elvis glared at Harry. "If you dare touch her, I'll chop off your fingers. Sit back."

"Why?" Harry demanded angrily.

Raven chuckled. Harry, who deeply respected Elvis, reluctantly sat down.

Olive arrived for her appointment, accompanied by Monica, who was determined to prevent a repeat of the previous incident. Mr. Ronald arrived late. Monica immediately apologized. "Mr. Ronald, Olive was terribly wrong last time. I brought her here to apologize."

President Ronald snorted coldly. "She almost killed me! Do you think a simple apology can fix the damage?" He shuddered at the memory of the wolf dog licking him, its sharp teeth narrowly missing his genitals. The incident terrified him, and the thought of it still made him want to strangle Olive.

"Mr. Ronald, how else can we apologize?" Monica asked calmly.

"This apology is insincere. Let Olive drink from these bottles."

Just as Monica was about to agree, Olive said, "I don't know how to drink. Whoever wants to, can drink."

Monica fought back a furious outburst, but instead smiled. "Mr. Ronald, perhaps a different apology would be more suitable."

Taking the hint, President Ronald's eyes swept over Olive's slender body. "Let Olive perform a pole dance. That will make me forget what happened."

Pole dancing?

Monica's eyes lit up. This was perfect. Pole dancing was a seductive dance, and perfectly suited to their purpose.

"Olive, since you're here to apologize, show your sincerity. You don't have to drink, but you must dance," Monica said with a malicious smile.

Unaware of the implications of pole dancing, Olive smiled and agreed. "Okay, I'll dance."

Olive walked onto the stage. The music blared. Clad in a white dress, her slender hands gripped the pole. The bar was packed; all eyes were on her. She gracefully moved her body around the pole, swaying rhythmically to the music. Her spin and dance were beautiful.

Soon, Olive finished and collapsed to the ground, to thunderous applause. Her performance was breathtaking, unlike anything they had ever seen.

She returned to their table. Mr. Ronald was speechless. "Olive, your dance was perfect. I've forgotten about yesterday. But you must come with me to discuss the Hart's medical capital fund."

Olive, dripping with sweat, stared at Mr. Ronald's agitated expression. "Okay. Lead the way." Monica's eyes were narrowed. She hadn't expected Olive to dance so beautifully after ten years. She had intended the pole dance to humiliate Olive, but hadn't anticipated Olive's stunning performance.

Monica remembered Olive, the former little princess of the Hart family, had been exceptionally intelligent and talented as a child. Both Olive and her daughter, Pamela, had taken ballet classes. Although Pamela practiced diligently, Olive had a natural grace and ease. Monica had assumed that Olive's time in an orphanage would have robbed her of her dancing skills, but she was sorely mistaken.

Monica glared at Olive, her resolve to destroy her hardening. Tonight, Olive wouldn't escape.

Harry watched Olive's performance in stunned silence. "Bro! Your lady is an incredible dancer. No one in Kiss Land can compete with her!"

Raven smiled. "The Harts are certainly interesting. Since Olive is married to Elvis, they want to humiliate him. They know you're unwell, yet they still sent Olive here to sleep with another man. I doubt she's really their child."

"Bro, Olive just went into the room with that man. What should we do?" Harry asked anxiously.

Elvis exhaled a puff of smoke, stubbed out his cigarette, and looked at Harry. "Just give me an order. I'll teach that Mr. Ronald a lesson." He stood. "I'll take a look."

Elvis left the bar, heading towards the restroom.

"Raven, what's with Elvis? He's never been interested in women. Could he be falling for Olive?" "Relax, bro. He just wants a taste of her, I think," Raven replied, sipping his drink.

"Okay, okay. I'm relaxed."

At the room's door, Monica warned, "Olive, don't pull any tricks this time. Make sure Mr. Ronald makes the transaction. I'll be here to see if you try to escape."

Olive bit her lip. The show had just begun. How would she escape?

Olive entered the room. Mr. Ronald immediately rushed toward her. "Beautiful one, let me kiss you." Olive deftly avoided his lips, allowing him to kiss her cheek instead. "Mr. Ronald, no need to rush. I'm all yours. Let me shower first."

"How about we shower together?" Ronald suggested eagerly.

Olive entered the bathroom and locked the door. Startled by a figure inside, she reached for a hidden needle, but a large hand clasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall. "Mrs. Augustine, you're quite enthusiastic."

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