Chapter 118: Young Mistress, I Wish You a Happy Birthday

Olive observed Pamela's smug expression. Hooking her lips, she said, "If I say I'm not angry, would you believe me?"

Pamela assumed Olive was furious and jealous. Elvis's surprise—illuminating the entire city with fireworks—had been extravagant. Pamela relished the attention and believed Elvis reciprocated her feelings.

"Olive, if you're not angry, vent on me. Don't hold it back, honey. It's not good for your health," Pamela said, covering her mouth and snickering.

Monica arrived, wearing a fashionable gown and an expensive fur stole. She looked at Olive with contempt.

"Olive, you're here. You saw President Augustine's surprise for Pamela, right? Now you see who's the princess," Monica sneered, turning to Pamela. "Hurry, dear. President Augustine will be here soon. Let's go."

Monica took Pamela's hand and led her away. Before leaving, Pamela glared at Olive.

"Pamela, let's go. Don't waste your time on her," Monica added, pulling Pamela away.

"I can't imagine how Olive feels; I'm sure she's heartbroken," a celebrity whispered.

"She deserves it, flaunting her One Love necklace like that," another added, laughing loudly.

Olive stood for a moment. Her phone beeped; a message from North appeared: "Girl!!! Pamela's insane for thinking Elvis lit the fireworks for her!"

Olive chuckled and replied, "North, don't worry, the show's about to begin."

The birthday party had officially started. Olive and Pamela's parties were held in the same hall, but Pamela was positioned to the left, and Olive to the right. Monica considered this perfect; the arrangement would highlight Olive's lack of guests.

All the celebrities and business tycoons of Los Angeles surrounded Pamela. Monica stood beside Patrick, coughed theatrically, and asked, "Do you think I did a good job? Now that the whole city adores us, will you forgive me?"

Patrick felt proud. All the wealthy business partners who had abandoned him were present. Hart's Medical Resources was flourishing. With Augustine Corporation's backing, his life was back on track. He put his arm around Monica.

"You did a good job. Your greatest achievement is Pamela. I've forgotten the past. Let's live well. Let me introduce you to my new shareholders."

Monica, adept at socializing, greeted Patrick's shareholders with a broad smile.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Look, the old man from the Red Villa is here!"

Patrick and Monica turned. It was the man they'd seen at the Red Villa. Mr. Henry, coerced by Samantha, wore a black tunic suit.

Monica quickly approached Pamela and winked maliciously. "Pamela, let's go."

Pamela, anticipating the old man's arrival, followed immediately. The guests followed, eager to watch.

Mr. Henry walked to Olive's side. Before Olive could speak, Pamela's soft voice cut through the air: "Olive, your husband is here."

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"So, that's really Olive's husband?" "He's too old!" "He's old enough to be her grandfather!"

The guests murmured. Pamela, seizing the opportunity to mock Olive, blinked innocently. "Yes, this is Olive's husband. He's a little old, but he loves her so much! He rushed here to celebrate her birthday."

Monica laughed loudly. "My Olive is good with men; she has a special talent."

A twenty-year-old woman with an eighty-year-old man shocked everyone.

"Olive is shameless!" "How does she?"

Whispers filled the air. Patrick coughed, silencing the hall. He began his speech.

"Olive, since you're married, focus on your husband."

He approached Mr. Henry. "My son-in-law, let's have a drink."

Patrick reached for Mr. Henry's hand, but Mr. Henry firmly said, "Let go!"

Patrick froze under Mr. Henry's shrewd gaze. Mr. Henry, having accompanied Samantha for decades, shook off Patrick's hand. He looked at Olive and said respectfully, "Young mistress, I wish you a happy birthday!"