Chapter 136: It’s You, It’s All You

“Elvis, you’re the eldest son of the Augustine family, and you’re married to a woman who only graduated from high school?” Bounty shook her head incredulously. “If your father finds out, he’ll be furious. He was already searching for a suitable bride for you—the daughter of one of his wealthy friends…”

Before Bounty finished, Elvis rose. He interrupted her indifferently, “My father has never cared about me, and I don’t need his approval for my marriage. I make my own decisions.”

“Aunt, Marvin, I’m leaving.” Elvis checked his pocket for his car keys, then left the villa.

Bounty quickly turned to her mother. “Mother, you really don’t care about this? The Augustines are a wealthy family. How could Elvis marry a nobody?”

The old woman chuckled. “I approved of this marriage, Bounty. If my son isn’t satisfied, he can come to me.”

Bounty fell silent, knowing better than to argue.

After Elvis left, Marvin declined dinner. As they departed, Bounty whispered to him, “Marvin, your brother and grandmother are unbelievable! How could they let Elvis marry an ordinary girl? And I feel like they’re hiding something—it’s all very mysterious.”

Bounty, the principal of Holy Nile Academy and daughter of the Augustine family, associated only with the wealthy and influential.

Marvin lowered his gaze, remaining silent.

Bounty took his hand. “Marvin, the standards of marrying into wealth don’t apply to you. Marry whomever you like, as long as she has a clean background, is talented, and isn’t… unsuitable. Then she’s perfect.”

Bounty sighed, remembering something. “Marvin, your fiancée doesn’t know she’s your fiancée. She’s Joyce Brown’s daughter. Joyce Brown is legendary—probably no one knows she founded Holy Nile. After establishing the school, she left it to me and disappeared with her daughter. Joyce’s daughter has no idea what the future holds. You two would be perfect together. I’m certain of it.”

Marvin showed little interest, withdrawing his arm. “Aunt, I’m going.”

As he left, Bounty called out, “Marvin, don’t forget dinner tomorrow.”

Before she finished, he was gone.

Bounty smiled, thinking of Olive. She genuinely liked her.

Elvis drove, his phone ringing—a call from Mrs. Samantha. He answered.

“Hello, Grandma.”

“Elvis, don’t worry about your aunt’s words,” the old woman’s soothing voice said.

Elvis checked his rearview mirror, then adjusted the steering wheel. “Grandma, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

The old lady sighed. “I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through, my child.”

Elvis remained impassive. “Grandma, I grew up quickly. I don’t need my parents.”

Mrs. Samantha sighed and hung up. Elvis put the phone in the passenger seat and continued driving, arriving soon at the Ivory Council.

He got out, leaning against his car. He texted his wife, pocketing his phone. He lit a cigarette, waiting for Olive.

At the Ivory Council pharmacy, Olive received Elvis’s message. She rushed out, spotting him leaning against his car.

He wore a black suit, the buttons undone, revealing a white shirt cinched with an expensive black belt. He smoked, one hand in his pocket.

Olive tiptoed behind him, covering his eyes. “Guess who?”

He extinguished his cigarette. Her soft voice reached his ears. He pursed his lips. “My Mrs. Augustine.”

She removed her hands. He turned, her small face resting on his shoulder. His heart softened.

Olive murmured playfully, “Mr. Augustine, you didn’t even notice me. Which vixen were you thinking of?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. His lips brushed her hair as he kissed her.

“You, Olive. It’s you.”

She hugged his waist. “Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong? Why are you unhappy? Were you at the Red Villa? Did Grandma scold you?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Who says I’m unhappy?”

“Then smile, don’t be cold.” She pinched his cheeks.

He smiled.

“That’s good,” she said, pressing her face against his chest.