Chapter 82: Took Her Home

Everyone stared at Olive as if she were a lunatic. Elvis, his right hand in his pocket, stood outside the door, his happiness dissolving at the sight of her intoxication. The women were furious, barely restraining their urge to attack her. They knew it was only a matter of time before they fully exposed her, so they pressed on with their accusations.

“Olive, you’re married! You’re cheating with Mr. Augustine, aren’t you? And you have no intention of marrying him, even if you get a divorce.”

Olive’s head swam; she struggled to comprehend the accusations. The door opened, and Elvis entered slowly. Olive’s eyes widened; she wasn't sure if she was seeing him or dreaming, and rubbed her eyes.

The women jumped up.

“Olive, your true colors are revealed!”

“Mr. Augustine, Olive called you her ‘petty idiot’!”

“Mr. Augustine, Olive has no intention of divorcing. She’s just after your wealth and fame!”

Outside the door, Pamela smirked triumphantly. She hadn't expected Olive's drunken state to expose her so completely. The audacity of a married woman from the country speaking so outrageously! How could Elvis Augustine possibly tolerate this? She felt vindicated in her decision to use the celebrity daughters against Olive, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Olive stumbled to her feet and lurched toward Elvis. He caught her, pulling her into his arms. He murmured, “Enough?”

Olive hugged him tightly, her arms around his waist. Looking up at him, she asked, “Mr. Augustine, what did they say?”

Pamela froze. She didn't understand Elvis's reaction. Shouldn't he be angry, pushing Olive away? What was wrong with him?

Elvis gazed at Olive's drunken, naive face—innocent, aggrieved, and pitiable. He touched her head.

“Isn’t it fun? Men’s glory and wealth are for women to enjoy,” he said to the women.

Everyone was stunned, their gazes shifting to Pamela by the door. Initially, they had considered Pamela arrogant, but now they realized Elvis was far more so.

Olive remained upset. “But they don’t believe me! They don’t believe you’re my…sugar daddy. I want to slap them!”

“I know,” Elvis replied. “Who do you want to slap?”

Olive pointed at the women, then at Pamela. “Her!”

Elvis’s gaze swept across the group, finally settling on Pamela. The women couldn't believe their eyes.

Pamela felt as though she’d been electrocuted, her face paling under Elvis's cold gaze.

He returned his attention to Olive, his voice softening. “Now they believe. I’ve given them a slap. Can we go?”

Olive considered this, then shook her head. “No, there’s still North.”

North waved. “Olive, go ahead.”

Before Olive could respond, Elvis scooped her into his arms and carried her out. Pamela called out softly, “Mr. Augustine!” But he didn’t look back.

Harry caught up with them. “Bro, why the rush? Taking her home to…nurse her back to normal?”

“Get lost!” Elvis yelled.

Harry laughed as Elvis carried Olive to the car.

The women were filled with disappointment, turning to Pamela. “Pamela, what’s going on? Didn’t Mr. Augustine spend a million dollars on you a few days ago? We thought you two were an item.”

Pamela’s face was ashen. Not only had she failed to humiliate Olive, she’d humiliated herself. The entire LA celebrity circle now knew Elvis was in love with Olive, rendering his million-dollar expenditure meaningless. Elvis was Olive’s greatest asset.

Pamela tried to speak, but someone said, “Can’t you see? Pamela’s been discarded, and Olive’s the new love.”

“He walked right past her without a glance! He treated her as if she were invisible!”

“Let’s go. Mr. Augustine didn’t spend a million dollars on us, and we’re not going to be pawns for anyone else.”

The women, initially jealous of Pamela, now reveled in her downfall, their scorn palpable. They left, leaving Pamela frozen in place, her teeth clenched.

She spotted Raven and asked, “Raven, what’s the connection between Olive and President Augustine? Are you hiding something?”

Before Raven could answer, North emerged. Seeing Raven and Pamela, she greeted him casually, “Hello, bro.”

Raven looked at her, and North tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Bro, focus elsewhere. Pamela’s clearly aiming for President Augustine. Don’t wait until you’re used—act fast.”

North left. Raven frowned. Pamela called impatiently, “Raven, you haven’t answered my question!”

Raven watched North disappear, then said indifferently, “That’s Elvis’s personal matter. Ask him yourself.”

Pamela’s patience snapped. “Raven, are you being distant because North is back?”

Raven frowned. “I’m not interested in what’s going on between you and Olive. Don’t meddle.”

Pamela’s heart pounded. Raven had always been attentive, almost seeming to like her. But he was different when it came to North. Anyone who threatened North threatened Raven, including Pamela. Gwen ran out, exclaiming, “F***! Raven, I just checked Olive’s drink. It’s ‘One Night Stand,’ that new aphrodisiac I brought back.”

Pamela’s expression changed. She hadn’t expected an aphrodisiac. Raven didn’t speak, simply turning to leave.

“Raven, where are you going?”

Raven went to find North. Had she also drunk the aphrodisiac?