Chapter 136: It's You, It's All You
"Elvis, you're the eldest son of the Augustine family, and you're married to a woman who only graduated from high school?" Bounty shook her head incredulously. "If your father finds out, he'll be furious. He was already looking for a bride for you—the daughter of one of his wealthy friends…"
Before Bounty finished, Elvis stood up and interrupted indifferently, "My father has never cared about me, and I don't need his help with my marriage. I make my own decisions."
"Aunt, Marvin, I'm leaving." He checked his pocket for his car keys, then walked out of the villa.
Bounty turned to her mother. "Mother, you really don't care about this? The Augustines are wealthy. How could Elvis marry a nobody?"
The older woman laughed. "I approved of this marriage, Bounty. If my son isn't happy, he can come to me."
Bounty fell silent, knowing it was futile to argue.
After Elvis left, Marvin also decided not to stay for dinner. As they left the villa, Bounty whispered to Marvin, "Marvin, your brother and grandmother are unbelievable! How could they let Elvis marry an ordinary girl? And I feel like they're hiding something—it's all very mysterious, like they're guarding some treasure. It's quite funny, actually."
Bounty, the principal of Holy Nile Academy and daughter of an Augustine, associated primarily with the wealthy and influential.
Marvin lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Bounty took his hand. "Marvin, the standards for marrying into a rich family don't apply to you. You can marry whomever you like, as long as she has a clean background, is talented, and isn't… difficult. Then she's perfect."
Bounty sighed, remembering something. "Marvin, your fiancée doesn't know she's your fiancée. She's Joyce Brown's daughter. Joyce Brown is legendary—probably no one knows she's the actual founder of Holy Nile. After establishing the school, she handed it to me and disappeared with her daughter. Joyce's daughter has no idea what the future holds. You and she would be a perfect match. I'm certain of it."
Marvin showed little interest. He pulled away, muttering, "Aunt, I'm leaving."
Bounty reminded him, "Marvin, don't forget dinner tomorrow." Before she finished, he was gone.
Bounty smiled, thinking of Olive. She genuinely liked Olive.
Elvis drove, his phone ringing. It was his grandmother, Samantha. He answered.
"Hello, Grandma."
"Elvis, don't take your aunt's words to heart," the old woman's soothing voice said.
Elvis checked his rearview mirror, then adjusted the steering wheel. "Grandma, I'm fine. Don't worry."
The old lady sighed. "I'm sorry for everything you've been through, my child."
Elvis's face remained impassive. "Grandma, I grew up early. I don't need my parents."
Mrs. Samantha sighed and hung up. Elvis placed his phone in the passenger seat and continued driving, soon arriving at the Ivory Council.
He got out but didn't go inside. Instead, he leaned against his car, took out his phone, texted his wife, pocketed the phone, lit a cigarette, and waited for Olive.
At the Ivory Council pharmacy, Olive received Elvis's message. She quickly ran out. She spotted him leaning against his car, dressed in a black suit—the buttons undone, revealing his white shirt, cinched with an expensive black belt. He smoked a cigarette, one hand in his pocket.
Olive tiptoed behind him and covered his eyes. "Guess who?"
Elvis extinguished his cigarette. Her soft voice reached his ears. He pursed his lips. "My Mrs. Augustine."
Olive removed her hands. He turned. Her face rested on his shoulder. His heart softened.
Olive playfully murmured, "Mr. Augustine, you didn't even notice me. Which vixen were you thinking of?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her hair. "You, Olive. It's you."
Olive hugged him. "Mr. Augustine, what's wrong? You just came from the Red Villa. Did something bad happen? Did Grandma scold you?"
Elvis narrowed his eyes. "Who says I'm unhappy?"
"Then smile, don't be cold," Olive pinched his cheeks.
He smiled.
"That's good," Olive praised, pressing her face against his chest.
This revised version addresses grammar, punctuation, word choice, and flow for a smoother and more professional read. The excessive use of asterisks was removed as it was unclear what was intended. The narrative is tightened for better pacing.