Chapter 96

"Mr. Augustine, you're such an idiot," Olive muttered. A ringtone sounded from her end; it was answered almost instantly. She suspected he'd been waiting.

However, Elvis remained silent.

"Hello? Mr. Augustine, why don't you say anything?"

His deep, magnetic voice, slightly hoarse, responded, "I thought you wouldn't call me anymore."

Olive bit her lip. His self-awareness, coupled with the events of that night, made her ashamed to have called.

"Huh?" she mumbled, attempting to dispel the awkwardness.

The receptionist observed Olive intently, unsure who she was calling, but certain it wasn't the CEO. She concluded Olive was speaking to her boyfriend and disapproved of her perceived improper upbringing. She decided to expose Olive to Elvis upon his arrival.

A convoy of luxury cars slowly entered the corporation. Guards swiftly opened the doors respectfully. Elvis had returned.

"Oh my gosh, the CEO is back!" the receptionist exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

Olive, seated nearby, watched. The elevator doors opened, and company executives in suits emerged, heading to greet someone. She turned to see Elvis outside the window.

He'd just arrived from his private hangar, dressed in a formal suit, white shirt, dark blue vest, and black woolen coat.

The executives began to speak, but Andrew raised a hand, winking to indicate the CEO was on a call. They fell silent, wondering who he was speaking with.

Elvis clutched his phone, murmuring, "Olive, I'm sorry for that night."

Olive saw him clearly. She pursed her lips. "Mr. Augustine, you're apologizing over the phone. I don't feel the sincerity."

Elvis licked his lips. He'd been avoiding her, yet ached to see her.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he said soothingly.

Olive's heart ached. She understood his avoidance.

"You don't have to look for me anymore," she replied, her tone sharper.

"Understood. I won't harass you. Don't worry, Grandma understands everything now. Our marriage was a contract; we can get a lawyer to dissolve it," Elvis said calmly, hand in his pocket.

Olive interrupted, "If you don't want to harass me, don't mention that again."

"Olive, I can compensate you. Jewelry, diamonds, aircraft—you can even have my card. I won't take it back," he offered.

Olive stared through the window. "You're generous. So you want to break up, and you think material things compensate?"

"Olive, with my card, you can buy anything for the rest of your life," he insisted.

She was speechless. His domineering nature remained unchanged.

"Mr. Augustine, no need to look for me later. I'm already here."

Elvis visibly reacted, turning to search for her. The executives watched, stunned.

"Where are you? I can't see you."

Olive watched him search. "Don't be daft, look up."

Elvis looked up, spotting her by the window. He hung up and quickly approached. His tall frame stopped before her.

"Why are you here?"

Olive looked up at him. "Maybe I could have waited outside."

The receptionist froze. "What's going on? Could this girl have been on the phone with the CEO?" she wondered.

Elvis's eyes reddened, his gaze fierce. "What are you doing here? Have you thought about the consequences?"