Chapter 163

"Bah, pervert!" The assistant's eyes lit up. "Wow, another fireworks gift!" Olive stared at the screen, marveling at the display. Stunned, she exclaimed, "What's wrong with this gifter? He actually asked North to tell him she loves him!"

North, in a clean white shirt and black leather pants, saw the request. Her assistant muttered, "Beautiful North, the internet can be like this. I'll return the gift."

North interrupted, "Just let it slide. This man spent a fortune; it's a favor, like the other fireworks gifters."

Her assistant asked uncertainly, "Beautiful North, are you sure?"

North looked at the camera. Her soft voice, audible to all, declared, "I love you, brother."

In the luxurious room, North's words reached Raven's ears. He swallowed hard, his body going numb. He knew she'd guessed it was him. His girl was becoming quite perceptive. The gloom in his eyes lightened; a smile touched his lips. He was clearly in a better mood.

"Damn it, what kind of pervert is that?" Someone exclaimed. "It's nice to have money, but it can't buy North's love! Get lost!" Another voice chimed in, "North, don't worry; we'll protect you. Ignore that pervert!" North's fans voiced their displeasure. Raven, his smile gone, resumed his usual cold demeanor.

A loud bang echoed on the screen; fireworks erupted. A new sender politely requested, "Beautiful North, please wear a wedding dress. We haven't seen you in one before." North was about to comply, and the internet buzzed. Raven frowned, a cold frost settling on his face. He thought, As long as she's paid, she'll do anything, right? A wedding dress? Could she be casually seen in one? He left the livestream, messaging his private secretary: "North's livestream is annoying. I've blacked it out."

North considered the wedding dress request. Her assistant burst in, "What's going on? Why is the screen black?" North knew instantly: Raven. She replied calmly, "Something must have happened. Time's almost up; let's end the livestream." The assistant nodded; the livestream had been very lucrative. "Beautiful North, rest. I'll have the backstage workers calculate our profits and send them to your account."

North was pleased. She'd sold out her merchandise and received many gifts. Her assistant brought desserts and milkshakes. Olive massaged North's leg and shoulders. "North, you're so strong! I'm super impressed."

North, holding a white dress, winked at Olive. "Olive, I left this for you." Olive frowned and waved her hands. "What's this? I don't want it!" North insisted, placing it in a bag.

"Mr. Augustine will," Olive protested. "No way! Mr. Augustine isn't that kind of person!" North shrugged and handed her the bag. "I want you to have it." Olive started to object, but her phone rang—Elvis. "Mrs. Augustine, it's time to go home. I'll wait at the door."

"That's Mr. Augustine. You go with him; I'll drive home later," North said. Olive, having planned to leave with North, nodded. "I'll go ahead. Bye, girl." "Bye, Olly," North replied.

Olive tiptoed, searching for Elvis. A deep voice sounded, "Mrs. Augustine, I'm here." She turned to see Elvis; his tall, handsome figure appeared, his eyes gentle, a soft smile on his lips. "Mister Augustine," she said, jumping into his embrace. He hugged her, whispering, "What's in the bag?"

"North gave me a dress," Olive blushed. "What kind? Let me see." Olive hesitated, but Elvis was quicker. He grabbed her hands, whispering, "Mrs. Augustine, wear it tonight, okay?" Olive blushed, throwing the bag at his face.

Back at the hotel, North's assistant rushed in. "Beautiful North, this is bad. Someone reported illegal cash transactions; our account's restricted! We need to cooperate with an inspection!" North's face darkened. She called Raven. Without preamble, she angrily asked, "This is your doing, right?" Raven's low voice replied indifferently, "I just got home, North. Come over."