Chapter 118: Young Mistress, I Wish You a Happy Birthday

Olive observed Pamela's smug expression. Hooking her lips, she said, "If I say I'm not angry, would you believe it?"

Pamela had already decided Olive was furious, and jealous. Elvis had orchestrated a spectacular surprise, lighting the entire city with fireworks. Pamela thoroughly enjoyed the lavish treatment and believed Elvis reciprocated her feelings.

"Olive, if you aren't angry, then vent on me. Don't hold it back, baby. It's not good for your health," Pamela said, covering her mouth and snickering.

Monica arrived, wearing a fashionable gown and an expensive fur stole. She looked at Olive with contempt. "Olive, you're here. You saw President Augustine's surprise for Pamela, right? Now you see who's the princess, the most cherished." Turning to Pamela, Monica added, "Hurry, dear. President Augustine will arrive soon. Let's go."

Taking Pamela's hand, Monica led her away. Before leaving, Pamela glared at Olive. "Pamela, let's go. Don't waste your time on this girl," Monica added, pulling her along.

"I can't imagine how Olive's feeling. I'm sure she's heartbroken," a celebrity murmured.

"Well, she deserves it, after flaunting her One Love necklace," another added, laughing loudly.

Olive remained standing. Her phone beeped; a message from North appeared: "Girl!!! Pamela is insane for thinking Elvis lit the fireworks for her!"

Olive chuckled and replied, "North, don't worry, the show is about to begin."

The birthday party commenced. Olive and Pamela's celebrations were held in the same hall, but Pamela was positioned on the left with her cake, Olive on the right with hers. Monica considered this perfect; it would highlight Olive's perceived isolation, given her smaller guest count.

Los Angeles's celebrities and business tycoons surrounded Pamela. Monica, standing beside Patrick, faked a cough and asked, "Do you think I did a great job? Now that the entire city adores us, will you forgive me?"

Patrick felt immense pride. All the wealthy associates who had severed ties with him were present. Hart's Medical Resources continued to flourish. With Augustine Corporation's backing, his life was back on track. He put his arm around Monica. "You did a good job. Your biggest achievement is Pamela. I've forgotten the past. Let's live well. Let me introduce you to my new shareholders."

Monica, adept at socializing, greeted Patrick's shareholders with a broad smile. Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Look, the old man from the Red Villa is here!"

Patrick and Monica turned. It was the man they'd seen at the Red Villa. Mr. Henry, coerced by Samantha, arrived in a black tunic suit.

Monica quickly approached Pamela, winking maliciously. "Pamela, let's go."

Pamela, anticipating the old man's arrival, immediately followed. The other guests followed, eager to witness the unfolding drama.

Mr. Henry approached Olive. Before she could speak, Pamela's soft voice cut through the air: "Olive, your husband is here."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. "So this is really Olive's husband?" "This man is too old!" "He's old enough to be her grandfather!"

Pamela seized the opportunity to mock Olive. Blinking innocently, she said, "Yes, this is Olive's husband. He's a little old, but he loves Olive so much. He rushed here to celebrate her birthday."

Monica let out a loud, deliberate laugh. "My Olive is very capable. She has a special way with men."

A twenty-year-old woman with an eighty-year-old husband shocked everyone. "Olive is shameless!" whispers buzzed. "How does she...?"

Patrick coughed, silencing the room. Everyone awaited his speech. "Olive, since you're married, focus on caring for your husband." He approached Mr. Henry. "My son-in-law, let's have a drink."

Patrick reached for Mr. Henry's hand, but Mr. Henry said sternly, "Let go!"

Patrick froze under Mr. Henry's shrewd gaze. Mr. Henry, having observed Samantha for decades, shook off Patrick's hand. Looking at Olive, he said respectfully, "Young mistress, I wish you a happy birthday!"