Chapter 128: Olive, He Treats You Very Differently

Pamela knelt before Olive, pleading with teary eyes. Fear was etched on her face, as if genuinely terrified by Olive's thirty million fans—a number that had recently skyrocketed. This was the first time Olive had heard that her fans had threatened Pamela.

Olive approached Pamela and asked, "Can you prove that they are my fans?"

Pamela, having learned her lesson, refused to fall into Olive's trap. Her story was entirely fabricated. She produced her phone, pointing it at Olive. "Look, Olive," she said, "your fans are cursing me with vulgar and vicious language. Some say I tried to seduce Mr. Augustine; others threaten to pour acid on me. Olive, I'm truly terrified for my life."

Olive glanced at Pamela's phone. Pamela had taken numerous screenshots of the alleged threats; the photos appeared realistic.

The students murmured amongst themselves. "Why are Olive's fans so terrifying?" one whispered. "Pouring acid? Isn't that too far?" Another added, "I think Olive's fans are taking this way too far."

Olive smirked. "Pamela," she said, "I sympathize with your ordeal, but kneeling before me is pointless. You should immediately call the police and let them handle this."

Pamela was stunned. She hadn't expected Olive to suggest calling the police. Olive, noticing Pamela's fearful expression, calmly took out her own phone and dialed 911 before Pamela could react.

"Pamela," Olive said, "since you haven't contacted the police, I will. Hang on a second."

Pamela's blood ran cold. She rushed forward, hugging Olive's leg. "Olive, please don't call the police! They'll hurt me, my family, my friends!" she screamed, eyes squeezed shut. She then fainted.

Greg quickly rushed over. He looked at Olive angrily. "Olive, isn't this enough? Haven't you hurt Pamela enough? What has she done wrong? I've never seen anyone as vicious as you!"

Greg scooped up the unconscious Pamela and rushed her to the clinic. The students watched Olive with wary gazes. Whispers filled the air: "That Olive girl is really something. She scared Pamela into a faint." "We'd better stay away from Olive. We can't afford to offend her." The students quickly dispersed.

Divine stamped her foot in anger. "Olive, did you see the trick Pamela pulled? She's playing the victim!"

Olive remained calm, gazing at the door through which Greg had exited with Pamela. "Divine, don't worry. Let's see what she's up to. Let's let her dance for a while."

Divine felt slightly reassured by Olive's tranquil words. They entered a nearby pharmacy. Olive pointed to some flowerpots in the corner. "Divine," she asked, "are there any rare medicinal herbs in these pots?"

Divine nodded sheepishly. "Actually, my family is in medicine, but I've never liked it. My grandfather was very disappointed. But I do have some extinct herbs." Olive's eyes widened with delight.

"Divine, you're amazing! Can I help you move these outside? To get some sunshine."

"Sure, thank you, Olive."

As Olive moved a flowerpot, she bumped into a man's chest. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, rubbing her forehead. She looked up into the handsome face of the man she'd collided with. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you," she apologized quickly.

Marvin, the man she'd bumped into, had been silently observing her. Olive, preoccupied with the flowerpot, hadn't noticed him.

Divine rushed over. "Olive, are you okay?"

Marvin glanced at the noticeably thinner Divine before quickly looking back at Olive. He turned and returned to his seat without speaking.

Olive and Divine stared at the handsome but cold Marvin as he flipped through a medical textbook.

"What do you think of him, Olive? Isn't he charming?" Divine asked.

Olive rubbed her forehead. "Divine, do you like him?" she asked with worried eyes.

"Everyone likes beautiful people," Divine replied. "But I don't like him that way, and I wouldn't dare. He's very cold. He's been here a long time, and he hasn't spoken to any girl."

"Really?" Olive asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, he doesn't mingle. But Olive, he treats you quite differently!"

Olive shivered. "What do you mean?"

"Since you arrived, he's treated you differently from the rest of us," Divine explained. "Did you two know each other before?"

Olive quickly shook her head. "I don't know him. And please, Divine, I'm married. Mr. Augustine is very jealous." At the mention of Mr. Augustine, Divine visibly flinched and fell silent.

Olive finished arranging the flowerpots. As she did, her phone buzzed, indicating a new message.