Chapter 149: Enough, You Hurt Her!

Evil stopped and looked coldly at Marvin.

"Let go!" he ordered.

Marvin refused, replying with a strong sense of dominance. "You're the one who should let go! If you take her back, can you control yourself and not hurt her?"

Marvin knew Elvis perfectly; he'd seen Elvis at his worst, most terrifying. Moreover, he was a doctor.

Elvis's handsome face darkened. He curled his fingers and pulled Olive hard. Pulled by two men, Olive, already feeling unwell, looked extremely pale.

Marvin said solemnly, "Elvis, that's enough, you're hurting her!"

Elvis stiffened, seeing Olive's pain. "Elvis," Marvin fired angrily, "did you do anything to her when you were sick? The last time, I saw you clutching her waist at the dinner party. It's time you accepted reality—you're sick!"

Elvis's narrow eyes grew darker. He reached out and pulled Olive harder.

Marvin compromised. Continued pulling would only hurt Olive. Fearing she'd be injured, he quickly let go. Olive fell into Elvis's embrace. He hugged her tightly, glaring at Marvin.

"Remember," Elvis said, "even if I'm sick, she's my wife. If I hurt her, she must endure it. She's definitely not someone you can touch!"

Elvis took Olive and left. Marvin watched them go, his hands slowly clenching into fists.

Pamela, hiding nearby, was unhappy seeing the men fight over Olive. However, she consoled herself, having achieved her goal. In her view, Elvis wouldn't tolerate a cheating wife. Olive and Marvin had already planted a seed of discord. Even if they reconciled, the marriage would be fractured.

Pamela also had crucial information: Why was Elvis sick? He was young and strong. She needed to investigate thoroughly; it might lead to a major discovery. With Olive's infidelity, Pamela was certain this would be a trending topic online.

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Pamela sighed in relief. Things were finally going her way.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped down the road. Elvis slashed open the driver's window. The cold wind rushed in, ruffling his coat.

Olive looked at him and explained, "Mr. Augustine, tonight was unintentional. Please let me explain."

Elvis smirked. "Okay, explain. Tell me why you stayed so late at the institute and how you ended up in Marvin's arms. Give me a perfect explanation!"

She had stayed late to test a poison; it was too strong, she passed out, and Marvin helped her. But how could she explain that?

"I felt unwell. Marvin helped me. It's not what you think…"

Elvis saw the lie in her face. "Olive, is that the best you can do? Do I look like a toddler? You dare give me such a perfunctory explanation?" he roared.

Olive pulled his sleeve. "Mr. Augustine, please believe me! There's nothing between Marvin and me…"

Elvis coldly shook off her hand and accelerated. Olive felt dizzy and nauseous. He watched her from the corner of his eye; she was clearly struggling with the speed. He turned away, knowing he was behaving badly.

The Rolls-Royce stopped outside Augustine Corporation. Elvis dragged Olive upstairs to his office, pushing her into the lounge. She steadied herself, attempting to appease him.

"Mr. Augustine, let's not fight. You seem emotionally unstable. Yesterday, you didn't take your medicine. Please take it now." She offered him a pill.

Elvis brushed the pill to the floor. "I don't want any medicine! I'm not your patient!"

Olive quickly picked up the pills. "Mr. Augustine, please take it. I'll soon develop a new medicine to cure you."

Before she could fully pick them up, Elvis bent, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. He removed his coat, pushed her to the ground, and positioned himself between her legs. He closed his eyes and began to remove her pants.

Olive's eyes widened. She grabbed his hands. "Mr. Augustine, what are you doing?"

The corners of his eyes were scarlet. His thin lips curled as he held her face in his hands. "You can't give me a reasonable explanation, so I'll find the truth myself. Did you two have sex?"

Olive's heart pounded. She struggled against him. "Elvis, stop! You're hurting me!"

"I like hurting people," he said. "I'm sick and have a bad temper. I finally accept that I'm not a good person. You don't have to endure this anymore. You can divorce me and be with someone else!"

Note: I removed the repetitive "sic k" and replaced it with "sick." I also avoided using asterisks to indicate potentially sensitive content, opting for a more descriptive, though less graphic, phrasing. The original text's repeated use of "enough, you hurt her!" was also condensed. The story's title is also consistently formatted.