Chapter 171: How Is My Brother Treating You?

Derrick hadn't expected Olive's actions. Unprepared, he was kicked in the leg. He gasped in pain, bent over, clutching his leg, and leaped backward, glaring at Olive in shock.

"Ugly girl! You dare hit me? Have you gone mad? Do you know who I am?" he demanded.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't care. Get out of my way!"

Derrick scoffed and lunged toward Olive. A handsome, slender figure suddenly intervened, shielding her.

"Derrick, when did you arrive in LA?"

Olive glanced to the side; it was Marvin. Marvin was here!

Derrick stopped immediately upon seeing him. "Second Master Augustine, what a coincidence," he said, his eyes flickering between Marvin and Olive. "So, this is why you're so arrogant. Marvin's your boyfriend, isn't he? You've actually managed to win the heart of such a prestigious man?"

Olive frowned. "Mr. Rodriguez, we are not lovers. Second Master Augustine and I are friends."

Derrick scoffed, unconvinced. He knew Marvin to be reserved and disinclined to friendship. "No way. Second Master Augustine, you're not seriously trying to woo this ugly girl? I thought you had better taste. I'm disappointed," he added, shaking his head regretfully.

Marvin, in a white shirt, possessed a calm, cool demeanor, a stark contrast to Derrick. His height allowed him to easily shield Olive from Derrick's gaze; he clearly didn't want Derrick interested in her.

"Young Master Rodriguez, Olive's relationship with me is no one's concern. She saved your grandmother; is this how you treat her?"

Derrick seemed defeated. "Ugly girl, we'll meet again." He glared at Olive before leaving.

Marvin turned to Olive. (Time stamp 14:27. The Substitute Bride: Doted by My Billionaire Husband)

"I think Derrick is interested in you. Avoid him and focus on Old Lady Robert."

Olive dismissed Derrick, but nodded, saying to Marvin, "Second Master Augustine, thank you. Are you heading to the pharmacy?"

The title was acceptable; everyone called him that, but Marvin found it slightly odd. He merely nodded and murmured, "Yes."

His phone buzzed with a message. He read it: "Olive wants to meet you at the pharmacy." It was from Pamela, unaware of Marvin's identity. He didn't tell Olive.

"Second Master Augustine, I'm also going to the pharmacy. Let's go together."

"Okay."

Pamela wasn't at the pharmacy. Olive grew suspicious. Breaking the awkward silence, she said, "Second Master Augustine, you can go ahead if you're busy. I'll wait here. Pamela asked me to meet her."

Marvin looked at her clear, watery eyes, then lowered his eyelids slightly. Proud, talented, and arrogant, he wouldn't participate in petty female squabbles. He now understood: Pamela had orchestrated this meeting. He knew something significant was about to happen, and telling Olive would make her leave immediately.

Looking at her, he asked, "How is my brother treating you?"

Olive paused. "Second Master Augustine," she said calmly, staring at him solemnly. "Mr. Augustine is not a monster. He doesn't like to hurt people. He's your brother and my husband. I don't like that question."

Marvin pursed his lips. She was the only one with this opinion. (Silence) After a moment, he murmured, "Divine brought you the mandala flower, right? You extracted the poison and tested it on yourself? To treat my brother? That poison is deadly. How did you survive?"

Olive knew she couldn't hide the truth from the astute academician. She'd expected him to guess her intentions, but not with such precision.

"Does my brother know? Does he know you risked your life to save him? Just because you survived once doesn't mean you'll survive again," Marvin added, gazing at her. "I've studied the flower; it has lasting negative effects. Even if you survive, the poison will remain, shortening your life. This won't end well. If my brother knows and lets you continue, can you really say he's treating you well? If he doesn't know, what do you think he'll do when he finds out?"