Chapter 13
The girl in his drawing was Olive. Phil was shocked. He'd been with Marvin all year and hadn't seen him contact any girl. Who was she? And how significant was she to him?
Phil was intensely curious about her identity. He wanted to understand what fascinated his master.
Bounty, on the phone, was stunned.
“You found her? What are you waiting for?”
Marvin took a deep breath. “She doesn’t remember me. She’s married.”
“What?” Bounty exclaimed, incredulous.
Phil was equally astonished. Marvin had been a medical prodigy since childhood, becoming America's youngest academician at twenty. His street surgery in the imperial city had been sensational. Phil wondered why his master was so obsessed with a woman who didn't remember him and was married.
He couldn't figure out who the girl was. The only woman his master had spoken to since arriving in LA was Olive.
Then, a memory triggered. He recalled Marvin asking him to beat up Greg and take a book to Olive. Marvin wasn't the type to interfere in others' affairs. Phil froze on Marvin's last words: “She’s already married.”
What!
Phil was dumbfounded. "Could she be Olive?" he wondered. But Olive was married to Elvis—Marvin's sister-in-law!
Phil shook his head, too shocked to move. He felt he'd glimpsed a secret.
A gust of wind blew the papers on Marvin's table, revealing a drawing on the bottom sheet—a masked girl. Phil recognized her instantly: Olive.
Bounty's voice returned. “Marvin, if she’s married, don't be sad. I understand you came to LA to find her, but don’t worry, your aunt knows a talented doctor. You’ll definitely fall for her.”
Marvin lowered his eyelids.
“Let’s meet tonight. You must come to the Red Villa,” Bounty insisted.
Marvin hung up and threw the phone on the table.
Olive handed the book to Professor Ruger, who released her without further difficulty. Pamela was stunned. The book was with Greg; how did Olive get it? When Pamela found Greg, his face was bruised. Olive must have hired someone to beat him up.
Greg confronted Olive angrily, “Did you hire someone to beat me up?”
Seeing his injuries, Olive laughed.
“You still have the audacity to smile! You hired someone to beat me up, and they took the ‘Greater Doctor’ book!” Greg raged.
Olive stopped laughing. Greg had hidden the book! The man who liked to sleep (presumably the same person who helped Olive before) had beaten Greg up for her. She owed him a thank you.
“Are you accusing me? Do you have proof? It could have been one of your enemies,” Olive countered defiantly.
Greg was helpless. Olive’s eloquence infuriated him.
“We can go to Director Hudson. Explain why you hid the book. If you want to be kicked out of the Ivory Council, go ahead, I’ll help you,” Olive challenged calmly.
Greg gritted his teeth. He was no match for her.
Pamela intervened, “Greg, forget about it.” They had stolen the book; escalating the situation would be trouble.
Greg snorted and left. Pamela showed Olive a gilded invitation.
“Olive, what do you think of this?”
Olive glanced at it. “Spit it out. I haven't time for your games.”
“The principal of Holy Nile Academy is in LA for a fancy dinner. I’m invited—but you aren’t,” Pamela said smugly.
Olive shrugged. “Congratulations. I’m busy keeping Mr. Augustine company. You wouldn’t understand the troubles of being Mrs. Augustine.”
Pamela was furious. Olive’s words stung.
Olive returned to the pharmacy, but the sleeping man was gone. Her phone rang—the principal of Holy Nile Academy.
Olive answered. “Hello, ma’am. How are you?”
Bounty’s voice was affectionate. “Olive Hart. It’s been a while. How are you? You rejected my offer to study at Holy-Nile years ago. Do you regret it?”
Olive smiled. “Not at all, ma’am.”
“I’m now the dean of Holy Nile College. You still don’t think much of me, do you?” Bounty laughed.
This cleaned-up version addresses grammar, punctuation, and word choice, making the narrative flow more smoothly. It also removes the unnecessary asterisks and repetitive phrasing. The remaining repetition is inherent in the original story's structure.