Chapter 80: Expose Her to Elvis
“What?!”
“Onlylove was with Olive?!”
The socialites’ exclamations rang out. North and Olive instinctively turned, their gazes meeting.
“Olive, you showed me the necklace at the academy today. Now that everyone’s here, why not do us the honor of showing us the coveted Onlylove necklace?” Pamela chuckled.
Olive looked at Pamela, pursed her lips, and removed the necklace. “You guys wanna see? Here it is!” She tossed it lightly into the air.
The socialites stared, awestruck by the necklace's beauty. But the question lingered: why was such a magnificent piece adorning Olive?
Gwen was the first to react. “Olive, how can you have an Onlylove necklace? Can you afford it? Is it fake?” Olive met Gwen’s envious, hateful gaze with a slight smile. “Gwen, as the child of a wealthy family, you’ve been surrounded by luxury your entire life. I’m truly disappointed.” Gwen stared at the necklace, its golden luster dazzling. Its cost was immediately apparent.
“Olive, I heard a mysterious buyer purchased the last piece. How could it be yours?” one socialite asked.
Accusations flew. “Olive, you can’t afford this! Let’s be honest, did you steal it?” “Olive, hand over the Onlylove necklace now, or we’ll call the police!”
The celebrities grew agitated, their eyes reddening. They rose, ready to snatch the necklace. In their minds, Olive didn't deserve it.
Unprepared for such pettiness, Olive was saved by North's quick action. She clapped her hands; the door swung open, and bodyguards entered.
Everyone stiffened. “North, you brought bodyguards?”
North stared impassively. “I’m a big star. You wouldn’t understand the pressures of fame. There are always those who would harm me.”
Pamela, who had been quietly observing, stood and half-shouted, “We’re all friends here! No need for fighting. Please, everyone sit down. I can guarantee Olive’s necklace is real, and she didn’t steal it. President Augustine gave it to her.”
A collective gasp rippled through the room as all eyes turned to Olive. Elvis Augustine? Despite their wealth, none had met him. The Augustine family was Los Angeles’ wealthiest, and Elvis Augustine, its most influential member.
Pamela, noting the incredulous faces, smiled sweetly. “I’m not lying. I don’t know when Olive captured President Augustine’s heart, but he gave her the Onlylove necklace. I’ve also seen her use his card at the fashion store.”
Gwen quickly agreed, “That’s true. I was with Pamela.”
Silence descended, heavy with resentment. Rumors had circulated about Elvis Augustine and Pamela, fueled by his investment in Hart’s Medical. Their jealousy was palpable, but Pamela's status as the top socialite had kept it in check. Olive, however, was a different matter.
“Olive, you’re married, aren’t you?” someone finally said.
“Married to that ghost in the Red Villa, and you have the nerve to be with Elvis? How shameless!”
Olive remained unfazed. “Why not ask your CEO Augustine why he left all of you single ladies for me?”
“You’re crazy, Olive!” one woman shouted.
“Just wait, Olive. We’ll expose you to President Augustine!”
The women stormed out, their anger palpable. Then, Gwen’s excited voice cut through the air, “Look! That’s Elvis Augustine! Elvis Augustine is here!”