Chapter 81: Olive's Drunken Confession

All the women in L.A. watched the bar entrance. Elvis Presley had arrived, accompanied by Raven and Harry. The three men stood silently, their presence electrifying the room.

"Wow, Mr. Augustine is so handsome!" the women gasped, momentarily forgetting their usual celebrity obsessions in their awe of Elvis's striking appearance. Pamela, however, coldly observed their reactions. She wouldn't have given them this opportunity if it weren't for her plan to teach Olive a lesson. Pamela knew Elvis's immense wealth and power attracted women, but ultimately, their success depended on their ability to capture his attention—an ability she felt confident she possessed.

Pamela coughed lightly and turned to Gwen.

"Okay," Gwen said quickly, "y'all shouldn't get carried away. Boss Augustine is charming, but he likes Olive. Don't forget he gave her his card and the OnlyLove phone. Now that we have this chance, we'll reveal her true identity to Boss Augustine."

The reminder snapped the women back to their senses. They began chattering about Elvis's apparent charm for Olive, though some seemed unconvinced.

"Yes, we'll go find Mr. Augustine now," one woman added.

"Gwen, what's the strongest drink you have?" Pamela asked confidently. "Maybe we can get Olive drunk. When she's drunk, we'll ask her some questions, and she might reveal some information that will make Boss Augustine want nothing to do with her."

Meanwhile, in another room, North muttered to Olive, "Pamela is a cunning bitch. She's using those girls to get to you."

Olive pursed her lips. "That's typical Pamela. And she's about to make a big fuss over Elvis."

"And that's what we want, right?" North replied. Olive was pleased; Pamela's actions would soon reveal Elvis's ownership of the Red Villa.

A waiter knocked and entered with a bottle of alcohol and two glasses. Olive knew she couldn't handle alcohol well, but the red liquid beckoned.

"North, can I have some?" she asked.

"You're not good with alcohol. Just a sip," North warned.

Ignoring the warning, Olive quickly poured herself a glass and sipped elegantly. It was delicious, so she poured another. Before North could react, Olive had finished both glasses.

"Olive, you finished two glasses? Gosh! You're going to be drunk!" North exclaimed, but it was too late. Olive's eyes were already blurring. She tried to stand but felt dizzy.

Several celebrities entered the room.

"Olive," one of them asked the unsteady Olive, "was the OnlyLove phone a gift from Mr. Augustine?"

Elvis, Raven, and Harry were heading to their private room when some celebrities approached them.

"Hello, Mr. Augustine, we have something to tell you."

Elvis ignored them, but they persisted, shouting, "CEO Augustine!"

Harry, however, stopped them. "What do you mean? Go on, or I'll have people remove you!"

Fearing Harry, the notorious L.A. bully, they shouted to Elvis, "Mr. Augustine, Olive is here! She's in the front room."

Elvis stopped. He nodded to Raven and Harry, who followed the women to Olive's room. One of the women whispered to Elvis, "Mr. Augustine, Olive has lied to you. She'll be exposed now."

Peeking into the slightly ajar door, Elvis saw a flushed and intoxicated Olive. He frowned.

The women inside pressed Olive again, "Olive, did President Augustine give you the OnlyLove phone?"

Dizzy and hot, Olive nodded. "Yeah, the OnlyLove was a gift from your CEO."

"What's your relationship with the CEO?"

Olive, feeling weak, mumbled, "I'm his sugar mummy."

Gasps filled the room. Harry laughed. "Olive, are you crazy? How can you say that?!"

Olive, her voice slurring, repeated, "You heard me. I'm your Boss Augustine's sugar mummy. He pays for me and sleeps with me."

More gasps. Olive, oblivious to the shock on everyone's faces, thought of Elvis's handsome face. "Boss Augustine is such a sexy man. He likes kissing me. His kisses are skillful, and he's great in bed."