Chapter 133

The girl he drew was Olive. Phil was shocked. He'd been with Marvin all year and hadn't seen him contact any girl. Who was she? And how significant?

Phil was intensely curious. He wanted to know the girl who fascinated his master. Bounty, on the phone, was momentarily stunned.

"You've found her? What are you waiting for?"

Marvin took a deep breath. "She doesn't remember me. She's married."

"What?" Bounty exclaimed, incredulous.

Phil was equally astonished. Marvin had been a medical prodigy since childhood, becoming America's youngest academician at twenty. His street surgery in the imperial city had been sensational. Phil wondered why his master obsessed over a girl who didn't remember him and was married.

He couldn't fathom her identity. The only girl Marvin had mentioned since arriving in LA was Olive. A memory flickered – Marvin asking him to beat up Greg and give Olive a book.

Marvin wasn't one to meddle. Phil froze on Marvin's words, "She's married."

What! He was dumbfounded. Could she be Olive?

But Olive was married to Elvis. She was Marvin's sister-in-law!

Phil was too shocked to move. He felt he'd glimpsed Marvin's secret. A gust of wind blew papers on Marvin's table, revealing a drawing on the bottom sheet – a girl masked. Phil recognized Olive.

Bounty's voice resumed, "Marvin, if she's married, don't be sad. I understand you came to LA for her, but don't worry, your aunt knows a talented medical student. You'll fall for her."

Marvin lowered his eyelids. "Let's meet tonight. Come to the Red Villa."

He hung up abruptly, tossing the phone on the table.

Olive handed the book to Professor Ruger, who released her. Pamela was stunned. The book was with Greg; how did Olive get it?

Pamela found Greg with several fist marks on his face. Olive must have hired someone. Greg angrily confronted Olive.

"Olive, did you hire someone to beat me up?"

Olive chuckled at his wounds.

"You still dare smile? You hired someone, and they left with the 'Greater Doctor'!" Greg raged.

Olive stopped laughing. Greg had hidden the book! The man who liked to sleep—the one who'd beaten Greg—had helped her repeatedly. She owed him a "thank you."

"Greg, you accuse me; do you have proof? Maybe it was an enemy," Olive retorted defiantly.

Greg was powerless. He watched her eloquence, growing angrier.

"We can go to Director Hudson. Explain why you hid the book. If you want out of the Ivory Council, I'll help," Olive stated calmly.

Greg gritted his teeth. He was no match for her.

Pamela intervened, "Greg, forget it." Stealing the book and creating a scandal would hurt them.

Greg snorted and left. Pamela showed Olive a gilded invitation.

"Olive, what do you think?"

Olive glanced at it. "Hurry up. I haven't time for your showboating."

"The Holy Nile Academy principal is in LA. She's hosting a dinner. I'm invited," Pamela said, pausing for breath. "Too bad you're not."

Olive shrugged, unsurprised. "Congratulations. I'm busy keeping Mr. Augustine company. Unlike you, I understand the struggles of being Mrs. Augustine." She rolled her eyes and left.

Pamela was furious. Olive's words stung.

Olive returned to the pharmacy, wanting to thank him, but he was gone. Her phone rang—the Holy Nile Academy principal.

"Hello, Ma'am? How are you?"

Bounty's voice was affectionate. "Hello, Olive Hart. Long time no see. How are you? Years ago, you rejected my offer to study at Holy Nile... regret it?"

Olive smiled faintly. "No regrets, Ma'am."

"Since then, I've become Dean. You still don't impress me much, do you?" Bounty laughed playfully.