Chapter 159: Something Bad About You

Olive knew Pamela coveted her husband. She snorted. "Mr. Augustine, why don't you talk to that…talented girl?"

Elvis's message arrived: "So you do have time to text me, but not to handle Pamela?" He smirked, imagining her anger.

Pamela regarded Elvis with shy admiration. Having left the Ivory Council like a proud peacock, she eagerly pursued him. A sensation in LA, she wanted Elvis to recognize her uniqueness, to regret choosing Olive. She couldn't understand his fascination with Olive, but believed he'd soon be awakened.

"Mr. Augustine," Pamela began, taking a deep breath, "Olive lied today about saving Mrs. Robert. She claimed credit despite only having a high school diploma—I doubt she could even handle a silver needle. After I saved the old lady, Director Hudson was furious with Olive and dismissed her."

She continued, "But Olive is my sister, and I sympathize. I think she's jealous. I'll create an opportunity for her to plead with Director Hudson…"

Elvis's loud laughter cut her short. He was staring at his phone, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

"Mr. Augustine, do you have work?" she asked tentatively.

He put away his phone, his dark eyes settling on her face. "Oh, it's alright, I was just chatting with my wife."

Pamela paled. Had he been texting Olive? Even after the scandal, he still didn't despise her?

"Mr. Augustine, Olive must be in a terrible mood. Everyone hates her now. She's ashamed. This afternoon, she lost her voice." Olive had left the institute at noon, rumored to be hiding, dubbed "the lost voice."

Elvis stood, approaching Pamela. Her heart skipped a beat. His presence was powerful, godlike. Her face flushed, her heart pounded. She'd never been this close; Elvis never allowed it. Could this be a confession?

"Mr. Augustine, are you alright?"

He stopped, his handsome eyelids lowered. "Last time, you sent me a picture. I haven't thanked you."

"Uh, I didn't mean to take it, but Olive and Marvin were…close," Pamela blurted, reporting her observations.

Elvis smiled slightly, lifting his lips. "You were hiding and peeking. Must be tiring, right?"

Pamela went numb. His playful eyes held indifference and coldness. "I was chatting with my wife. Want to know what about? Fine. We were discussing you trying to seduce me."

Pamela gasped, her face crimson. He didn't care about her and Olive.

"Don't hit on me again," he threatened calmly. "Otherwise, even if Olive pleads for you, I can't save you from disappearing from this city."

He left. Pamela’s hands clenched, her eyes burning. She didn't understand his cruelty. Her achievements meant nothing to him. Her pride lay shattered.

In the presidential suite, North asked Olive, "Are you really leaving Pamela to Elvis?"

Olive shrugged. "He'll handle her."

North stroked her hair. "A woman's security comes from a man. It seems Mr. Augustine has reassured you."

Olive didn't deny feeling secure and at ease with Elvis.

North's assistant arrived. "Beauty North, the livestream is starting. Gwen's is at the same time."

"Fierce competition," North said. "Pamela just posted she'll be live on Gwen's stream, and viewership is surpassing ours."

North couldn't cancel; top celebrities had booked her first livestream. Though Gwen was a new 'nerd princess', she wasn't in North's league. But Pamela, irritated by Elvis, seemed determined to join Gwen's stream to spite North and Olive.

Olive put an arm around North. "We need to join forces. My appearance will boost your views."

North raised an eyebrow. "Don't overdo it. It's Pamela's moment; we might not surpass her."