Chapter 231 Elvis, You're So Annoying!

Andrew was stunned; he'd just arrived and hadn't seen Marvin enter Olive's room. He looked at Elvis, whose handsome face wore a gloomy, chilling aura.

"CEO, are you alright? May I keep you company?" Andrew coaxed, anxious to prevent Elvis from losing his temper. Elvis took the room card from Andrew's hand.

"No need. Andrew, you can go." He turned, swiped his card, entered the room, and closed the door.

In the presidential suite, the room was dark and cold. Elvis sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and soon the ashtray overflowed with butts. He finished a pack quickly, then reached for another, realizing he'd only bought one. The nicotine dulled the angry burn in his chest. Exhausted, he leaned back, his mind replaying Marvin in Olive's room.

"What were they doing?" he wondered.

He'd prepared himself mentally for her finding someone else, but seeing Marvin with Olive was unbearable. He stood abruptly, walked to Olive's door, then hesitated, his eyelids drooping. He turned and returned to his room.

He retrieved a bottle of sleeping pills, poured a handful into his palm, and swallowed them. He needed them to avoid doing something he'd regret.

In the next room, Olive looked at Marvin by the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked impatiently.

Marvin smiled faintly, placed a bag on the table, and took out a mandala flower. "How could you keep me outside? I've had the mandala flower all along; you only needed to call."

Olive relaxed. Though she trusted Marvin's skills, his unexpected appearance had startled her. She examined the delicate red flower.

"What do you need this for?" Marvin asked.

"Research," Olive replied, moving toward the balcony.

"Olive, you haven't given up on Elvis, have you?"

Olive paused, her eyelashes fluttering. "We're divorced."

"No, I mean, you haven't given up on curing him. That's why you want the flower, right?"

Olive turned to face him. "This is personal. It's late; I need rest."

Marvin gazed at her, nodded, and said, "I'll wait for you at the airport. Rest well. See you tomorrow." He left.

Olive frowned, confused; she wasn't going to Imperial. She took out her medical book and opened it to the last page.

The next morning, after showering and preparing, it was past nine o'clock. As she waited for the elevator, she saw Elvis approaching. She was caught off guard.

Quickly averting her gaze, she focused on the elevator buttons. Elvis joined her. His hoarse voice asked, "How have you been?"

She nodded slightly. "I'm fine. Didn't expect to see you here."

"I'm here on business," he replied.

"Oh," she said, trying to remain calm.

"Last night, I saw Marvin enter your room. It seems your relationship is developing quickly," Elvis's deep, domineering voice cut through the air.

Olive froze, then turned to him. His eyes were dark and hostile.

"I don't understand…" she murmured, moving toward the arriving elevator.

Elvis grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

"Mr. Augustine, if you have something to say, say it!"

He inhaled her scent, captivated. "I'm afraid you didn't understand my question. What did you and Marvin do last night?"

Olive pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him away. "It's personal. Don't worry about it. And you're being extremely annoying!"