Chapter 34: Take Off the Mask

Before Olive could move, Elvis tossed all his cards onto the table. The cards slapped down with a sharp sound, causing the greasy boss to tremble. Though Elvis remained cold and silent, everyone watched him intently, almost worshipping him.

The lively, luxurious room fell instantly silent. The greasy boss looked at Elvis flatteringly.

"Boss Augustine…"

Elvis glanced at the beautiful woman beside him.

"Go out and have some fun."

Though reluctant, the woman dared not disobey and quickly left the room.

Elvis lifted his eyelids and looked at the greasy CEO. He said nothing, but his gaze was cold and piercing. The boss broke into a sweat. He understood Elvis was interested in Olive.

"Little beauty," the greasy boss quickly said, "you lost the game and owe ten million dollars. Boss Augustine is the richest man here. If you can please him, he'll pay your debt."

Olive curled her fingers, stood, and picked up a glass of wine. She looked at Elvis.

"Mr. Augustine, let me offer you a toast."

Elvis replied, "If you show respect, I'll drink."

He didn't drink from her glass, signaling his displeasure. Her hand froze mid-air.

"Beauty, tons of women would jump at the chance to please Boss Augustine. Show some sincerity," the greasy boss urged.

"Yeah, girl," one of the men added, "if you're not sincere, President Augustine won't drink it."

Before Olive's arrival, Elvis had been smoking and playing cards. Now, his interest in her was obvious. No one dared approach a woman who had caught Elvis's eye. Olive frowned and decided to try her best.

"Mr. Augustine, what do you want? Tell me your request. If I can, I'll do it."

Elvis reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her onto his lap. Fortunately, there wasn't much wine left in the glass. Olive felt his strong muscles beneath her, a stark contrast to her own delicate frame.

Her face reddened as she tried to stand.

"President Augustine—"

"Hey," he interrupted. "Feed me the wine."

Olive's eyes widened at his suggestive request. Elvis looked at her; her stubbornness seemed to have softened, replaced by a silly, cute expression.

"Do you understand me, or do you not want to? Get off my lap if you don't want to." He was both the one who drew her close and the one who sent her away.

Olive was silent for a moment.

"I'm not leaving. I'll feed you."

She raised the glass to his lips. Elvis supported her waist and slowly drank the red wine, his gaze fixed on her. Harry clapped.

"Okay, bro drank the wine. But what about the ten million?" Harry asked, and the others agreed.

"Ten million isn't a small amount. Beauty, ask Boss Augustine to help you pay it," suggested one man.

"Of course, ten million is a small amount to Boss Augustine," the greasy boss said. "But he expects value for his money. You need to offer President Augustine a very tempting deal."

Harry smiled and muttered, "All the girls here at KissLand have their prices, and the prices for different services vary. Take a look at the price list."

Someone passed the price list to Olive. Ten million dollars was enough to buy fifty KissLand beauties for a night.

Olive quickly closed the price list. She felt trapped, surrounded by her adversaries. She tried to stand, but Elvis held her waist, imprisoning her in his arms.

"Olive, am I too used to you? I let you come and go as you please."

Olive looked up at him.

"How about I stay here with you tonight, or go back to the hotel with you?"

Elvis smirked. "You choose."

His eyes fell on her mask. "You choose neither. Just take off your mask." He'd wanted to remove it before, but she'd refused. This time, it was different. He was determined to see her face.

Olive saw the unwavering resolve in his eyes. She curled her lips in a sneer.

"Boss Augustine, a look at my face is worth ten million. If I'm ugly, it's your loss."

Elvis raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I don't regret my money. What are you sorry for?"

Olive considered, then said, "If you want to see it, I'll show you."

She agreed to remove it. Elvis signaled to Harry, who quickly ushered everyone out of the room. Olive had been fascinated by masks since childhood. Elvis was curious: was she ugly, or a fairy?

Olive raised her hands and slowly removed the mask. For the first time, Elvis saw her entire face. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes bright and dazzling…