Chapter 81: Olive's Drunk
All the ladies in LA watched the bar's entrance. Elvis had arrived, accompanied by Raven and Harry. The three men stood silently, their presence electrifying the room.
"Wow, Mr. Augustine is so handsome," whispered one lady. The women, usually quick to fawn over male celebrities, were captivated by Elvis's striking appearance, momentarily forgetting their usual idols.
Pamela coldly observed their reactions. She wouldn't have orchestrated this encounter if it weren't for her plan to teach Olive a lesson. Pamela knew Elvis's wealth and power attracted women, but ultimately, it was up to them to capture his attention—a feat she felt confident in accomplishing.
Pamela coughed lightly and addressed Gwen.
"Okay," Gwen said quickly, "everyone, let's be sensible. Boss Augustine is charming, but he likes Olive. Remember, he gave her his card and 'Onlylove.' Now that we have this opportunity, we'll reveal her true identity to Boss Augustine."
The ladies, reminded of their objective, resumed their hushed chatter, though their conviction regarding Elvis's charm for Olive seemed uncertain. "Yes, we'll find Mr. Augustine now," one added.
"Gwen," Pamela said confidently, "what's the strongest drink you have? We'll get Olive drunk. Once she's intoxicated, we'll question her, and she might reveal information that will make Boss Augustine want nothing more to do with her."
North and Olive were secluded in another room.
"Olive," North muttered, "Pamela is a cunning bitch. She's using those girls to get to you."
Olive pursed her lips. "Typical Pamela. And she's about to create a huge fuss involving Elvis."
"And that's what we want, right?" North replied. Olive was pleased; Pamela's actions were inadvertently leading her closer to discovering Elvis's ownership of the Red Villa.
A light knock came at the door, and a waiter entered with a bottle of alcohol and two glasses. Olive knew she had a low tolerance for alcohol, yet the red liquid beckoned.
"North, can I have some?" she asked.
"You're not good with alcohol. Just a sip," North warned.
Ignoring the caution, Olive quickly poured herself a full glass and sipped elegantly. The drink was delicious, leading her to pour another glass. Before North could react, Olive had emptied both glasses.
"Olive, you finished two glasses? You're going to be drunk!" North exclaimed, but it was too late; Olive's eyes were already blurring.
She attempted to stand but felt dizzy. The door opened, and several celebrities entered.
"Olive," one asked the swaying Olive, "was 'Onlylove' given to you by Mr. Augustine?"
Elvis, Raven, and Harry were heading towards their private room when some celebrities approached them.
"Mr. Augustine, we have something to tell you," they said.
Elvis looked at them, then continued walking.
"CEO Augustine!" they called, hurrying to catch up.
Harry stopped them. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "What do you mean? Go on, or I'll have people remove you from here!"
Fearful of Harry's reputation as LA's bully, they could only shout to Elvis, "Mr. Augustine, Olive is here. She's in the front room."
Elvis stopped abruptly, turning to Raven and Harry before following the women to Olive's room. One of the ladies whispered to Elvis at the door, "Mr. Augustine, Olive has lied to you. She'll be exposed now."
Peeking into the slightly ajar door, Elvis saw a flushed, intoxicated Olive. He frowned.
"Olive," one of the ladies repeated, "did President Augustine give you 'Onlylove'?"
Olive, feeling hot and dizzy, nodded. "Yeah, the CEO gave me 'Onlylove.'"
"Then, what's your relationship with the CEO?"
Olive, feeling weak, mumbled, "I'm his sugar mummy."
A gasp rippled through the room. Harry chuckled. "Olive, are you crazy? How can you say that?!"
Olive, her voice slurred, repeated, "You heard me. I'm Boss Augustine's sugar mummy. He pays for me and... warms my bed."
Another gasp. Olive, oblivious to the shocked expressions, 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."