Chapter 61: She Won’t Go Home Tonight

North was a hot star, whose photograph was constantly requested by media reporters. Therefore, today she wore a low-key, disguised outfit: a black jumpsuit and a small, feathery white bag. This could be passed off as a simple dress, but on North, it looked stunning and vibrant. Afraid of being recognized, she also wore a feathery white hat, her brown curly hair lazily draped over her shoulders. She effortlessly commanded attention.

Olive waved, her mood instantly brightening. "North? Over here!"

North looked up and quickly approached, taking Olive's face in her hands. "Olive! I haven't seen you in days."

Olive smiled. "Neither have I seen you."

North's manager, Erica Dante, pushed her suitcase, noticing people pulling out their phones to take pictures. She approached North and Olive.

"Good day, Miss Olive. Miss North, I think it's too crowded here. Let's get to the car."

"Good day," Olive replied with a smile. "Okay, let's go."

A high-class luxury car was waiting. Erica placed the suitcase in the trunk.

"Olive, let's get in," North said, ushering Olive into the car.

A deep male voice asked, "Where are you headed?"

North turned, her eyes meeting Elvis's. She removed her sunglasses, revealing a face as beautiful as Los Angeles.

"Mr. Augustine, I've admired your name for a long time." She paused, glancing at Erica. "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Augustine immediately upon arrival. Erica, Mr. Augustine's car will drop us off; you can go ahead with my suitcase."

"Okay, Miss," Erica replied, getting into the car. North and Olive exited as the driver drove off with Erica.

Elvis, the gentleman, opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom. "Do come in."

Olive entered. North moved closer, whispering awkwardly, "Olive, you really do have good eyesight."

"North? What are you talking about?" Olive whispered back.

Elvis got in, abruptly ending their conversation. The car started smoothly. Olive looked at North.

"North, when will you go back?"

For the past two years, North had worked with a demanding schedule, juggling filming, acting, and numerous business activities, including attending top-brand fashion shows.

North pondered, then looked at Elvis in the driver's seat. "Mr. Augustine, I heard you spent $1.2 million on Hart's medical care. My friend Olive has a kind personality and wouldn't hurt a fly. But me? I'm different. If I 'beat' Pamela—she's a certified bitch—will you feel bad?"

Elvis, through the rearview mirror, looked at North, then at Olive's bright eyes. "I don't know her, so feel free to do as you wish." It sounded more like a comment directed at Olive, who avoided his gaze.

North didn't respond to Elvis. She took Olive's arm. "Olive, we haven't seen each other in a long time. Don't go home tonight; stay with me."

Before Olive could reply, Elvis furrowed his brows. "That's not a good idea."

"Why not?" North asked, confused.

"You just met in New York. It hasn't been long."

"Not seeing each other for a day feels like more than a year! President Augustine, you can spend over a million on a girl, but you won't let Olive spend the night with her best friend? Why?" Elvis felt a headache coming on. He was sure North was doing this on purpose. "If Olive doesn't go home, many people will miss her—her grandmother and Phoebe."

North retorted, "That's their problem."

Elvis remained silent, his gaze falling on Olive's face. Olive understood; he didn't want her staying with North because he would miss her. The dignified CEO of Augustine Corporation was using his grandmother and Phoebe as a shield.

Olive nodded. "Okay, North, I'll stay with you. Mr. Augustine, please tell Grandma I won't be home tonight."

Elvis looked away, at the neon lights. He pursed his lips. "Just for tonight. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"That won't work. Olive's stay depends on my mood," North countered.

Elvis knew better than to argue. Olive looked at Elvis; his face was impassive. His shirt was unbuttoned twice. He was elegant and charming, but Olive knew he was angry. She looked away.

The car arrived at North's apartment. North and Olive got out. North politely said to Elvis, "Thank you, Mr. Augustine. Goodnight."

They entered the apartment, heading for the elevator. North said proudly, "He seemed angry. He deserves it. If I don't stand up for you, who will?"

Olive wanted to avoid dealing with Elvis.

Inside the apartment, North smiled. "It seems Mr. Augustine was pleased when you returned from New York. What was that expression when I said you weren't going home? If you hadn't supported my choice, I would have been scared."

Olive chuckled. "We didn't do anything."

"Really? Olive, honestly? How far did you go?" North asked, her brow furrowed.

Olive hesitated, then met North's gaze. "Okay, fine. We kissed!"