Chapter 98: Do You Like Other Girls?

In the past few days, Elvis had been worried about Olive's injuries. He hadn't been able to summon the courage to ask her about them.

He lifted her floral chiffon shirt to examine her skin. Her wound had healed, leaving no scars. Her skin was as white as milk.

"It's okay. Don't look," Olive said, pushing his hand away. He was wearing an expensive watch. Elvis looked up at her.

"It's really healed," he said.

"Yeah, the injury wasn't that serious. I applied ointment, but it still hurts a little," Olive replied, lifting his hand and placing it on her neck.

Elvis examined the area closely; he had bitten her deeply. Although the injury was healed, a shallow mark remained visible. He buried his face in her neck, sucking greedily at the scar and kissing it repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, Olive," he murmured, knowing an apology was cheap, but it was all he could offer at that moment.

"Well, I forgive you this time, but don't bite me next time," Olive said with a smile.

Elvis raised his face and kissed her lips.

"I won't. Even if I do, it'll be gentle," he whispered, then softly bit her ear.

Olive quickly pushed him away. "You needed to see how seductive you looked that night," she said.

The elevator arrived. Elvis pulled her close, lifting her into his arms. "If you're curious, I can show you all the pleasures of this world."

Olive didn't want to discuss such topics. She changed the subject abruptly. "Mr. Augustine, I know you like younger girls. When I get older, will you have 'sugar babies'?" Though still young and attractive, she knew she would eventually age.

Elvis chuckled. "It was only after I met you that I realized I liked younger girls. It's you I like, understood?"

Olive blushed, feeling flattered.

Elvis arrived at his office. It was Olive's first time there. She stood at the window, admiring the city. Her phone beeped, indicating a message on social media.

It was from Divine. The message, accompanied by a picture of Olive in Elvis's arms, simply read: "What the hell is going on, Olive?"

Olive's eyes narrowed. She replied, "Where did this photo come from?"

Divine was outside Augustine Corporation. She'd noticed a crowd gathering and, peering through the glass wall, managed to take a picture.

"Olive, I'm out here! I saw you with the CEO, Elvis. What's going on? Are you cheating on your husband?"

Olive groaned inwardly. "Divine, I can't explain now. Don't worry; I'll tell you everything at the Ivory Council."

Divine, though curious, suppressed her questions and headed home. A classic car reversed nearby. Greg was driving.

"Divine, what are you doing here?"

Greg came from a wealthy family; his car was extremely expensive.

Divine wasn't interested in answering. She needed to protect Olive, knowing Greg was now friends with Pamela. "I'm going home. And please, don't talk to me. You wouldn't want people making fun of you because of me."

Greg said quickly, "Divine, we need to tell our parents about the engagement being off. Get in; I'll take you home and inform them immediately."

Divine hesitated, then got into the car. Greg soon took a detour.

Divine realized something was wrong. "Greg, where are you taking me? This isn't the way home! Stop the car!"

He stopped in a deserted street, got out, and pulled Divine from the car. He snatched her handbag, took her phone, and read their chat. He scoffed, forwarding the picture to Pamela.

"Greg, what are you doing? Give me back my phone!"

Greg shoved Divine to the ground, his face contorted with disgust. "Divine, this is a highway. I'm leaving you here. Walking home will help you lose weight. You make me sick!"

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