Chapter 109: They Really Broke Up

Olive’s mind went blank. She couldn't comprehend how he equated "quarreling" with stalking and kissing. Her feet wobbled under the weight of his domineering yet charming aura.

Los Angeles celebrities hadn't gone far; they'd stopped to watch the unfolding drama.

"Mr. Augustine and Olive were fighting, right?" the tall one mused.

"Yeah, I thought so," the other agreed.

"But why did President Augustine kiss Olive?" a third queried, confused.

"Girl, I'm very confused too," the third one added, their gaze fixed on the couple.

Pamela had sent someone to investigate Olive and Elvis. The spy reported they hadn't seen each other in days. This excited Pamela; it was exactly as she'd planned. Exposing the "ghost husband" online had, as she'd predicted, driven a wedge between them.

Pamela also knew Olive's biggest fan was Samantha, an older woman. Pamela had checked Samantha's account but found no evidence Olive and Elvis were still together.

Pamela learned Elvis would be at KissLand bar that night for Raven's twenty-seventh birthday. She was certain he'd attend, given their childhood friendship. This was her chance to get close to him.

Monica took Pamela's hand. "Pamela, tonight you must go to the bar and see if Elvis and Olive have truly broken up. If they have, this is your opportunity to win Elvis's heart."

"In a few days, it's your and Olive's shared birthday. I'll throw a party; you must invite President Augustine. Then Olive will be the laughingstock!" Monica declared confidently.

Pamela was thrilled. If Elvis attended her birthday party, it would be perfect. "Mom, I'll invite President Augustine. He'll surely come!"

KissLand Bar. Elvis and Harry were present, as were Pamela and Gwen. They were playing cards.

In the luxurious room, Pamela sat beside Elvis, carefully studying his expression. "Mr. Augustine," she began softly, "Olive's ghost husband has been exposed. Do you feel bad about it?"

Gwen interjected hastily, "Mr. Augustine, you were deceived by Olive's innocent facade. She seduces men. That husband is a pathetic fool to still cling to her. Olive is truly manipulative."

Pamela, though pleased, quickly rebuked Gwen, murmuring, "Gwen, don't be like that."

Unbeknownst to Pamela and Gwen, Raven and Harry knew Elvis was the "ghost." Raven glanced at Elvis and burst into laughter.

"Raven, what's so funny?" Gwen asked, puzzled. Pamela echoed her question.

"Forgive me; I heard something hilarious," Raven apologized, chuckling lightly. Elvis, just called a psychopath, leaned back lazily on the sofa, long legs elegantly crossed, a cigar between his slender fingers. He inhaled deeply, then looked faintly at Gwen. "Don't mention her name. She's a spoiler."

Pamela's joy was immense. She fought back a blush, concealing her smile. Harry looked admiringly at Elvis. "Bro, what's up?"

"Raven, I've prepared a surprise for you," Harry said.

Raven looked at Harry lazily. "What surprise?"

Harry snapped his fingers, and several beautiful, scantily clad young women emerged from a private room. "Raven, these beautiful ladies are for you!" Harry beamed.

The women approached Raven enthusiastically, surrounding him. "Happy birthday, sir. We're all yours tonight," they chorused.

Raven, in a white shirt and black trousers, remained impassive, uninterested in the women.

The game's host laughed loudly. "The number one beauty is North. Young Master Raven, isn't North your sister? Why isn't she here?"

"Yeah, I last saw North two years ago. We only see her in magazines. We all want to see North," one of the wealthy young men muttered.

Harry wanted to punch the young masters. He watched Raven, still indifferent.

Suddenly, a soft voice said, "Who wants to see me?"

Everyone turned. Olive and North entered. North wore large sunglasses; Olive wore a mask. All eyes were on them. North's charming eyes met Raven's; she smiled playfully. "Happy birthday, bro. You're getting older; find me a sister-in-law soon!"

Raven scoffed.

Pamela, delighted Olive had arrived, quickly asked, "Olive, there's been a lot of commotion about your affairs. What are you going to do?"