Chapter 181

“How dare I be mad at President Augustine? Mad at President Augustine? Hell no! Even after a very beautiful lady, claiming to be his cleaner, just left the lounge—she even tried to take your pants! How could I be mad?”

Olive’s words dripped with sarcasm, leaving Elvis bewildered.

“I don’t understand. Which beautiful girl is a cleaner?”

“Your cleaner! The tall, white girl, with breasts the size of Gwen’s. You still don’t know her?” Olive glared at Elvis, impatiently awaiting his answer.

Elvis genuinely didn't recognize the woman Olive described. He knew someone cleaned his room daily, but his domestic assistant handled the arrangements.

Elvis stepped closer and hugged her waist. "Did you really let her take my underwear?" he asked tenderly.

"No, I managed to grab them quickly!" Olive held up his pants from the sink. "This is what I'm washing."

Elvis hadn't seen her washing his underwear, nor did he expect her to.

“Mrs. Augustine,” Elvis teased, “last night you made me a very spicy soup, and today you’re washing my underwear. What’s left for you to do?”