Chapter 6: Fight Me, You Guys?

Olive, lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes. Ronald was stunned. “Didn’t she say she’d be asleep for two hours? Why is she awake now?”

“Little beauty… why, are you awake?” he stammered, attempting to ease the awkwardness.

Olive’s bright eyes sparkled with a sly smile. “How will I watch the wonderful show if I’m not awake?”

“Y…you…” he faltered.

Olive stretched out her hand and flicked it. President Ronald smelled a strange fragrance and instantly lost his strength, collapsing to the ground.

Olive rose from the bed, opened a drawer, and retrieved a twine. She bound his hands and legs. Returning to the drawer, she took out two bones. Looking at him, she asked, “Mr. Ronald, what do you think this is for?”

“What are you doing with the bones?” he asked.

“The thing is, Monica didn’t tell you. In this home, we have a very fierce wolf dog that likes to eat meat and bones.”

President Ronald, a man who had long coveted Olive, trembled. “What are you trying to do?”

Olive moved closer, tucking the bones into his pants. “President Ronald, the game has begun. The wolf dog will come in later; you have to be careful where it bites.”

“No, little beauty. I was wrong. Please let me go… This isn’t a joke; those wild animals really…”

Chapter 6: Fight Me, You Guys?

Olive, I hired these guards at a very high salary. Do you think you can beat them?”

Olive’s eyes turned cold.

“Come on, catch her!”

At Monica’s order, a man lunged at Olive. Quickly, she placed a hand on her waist. A strong hand grasped and twisted the bodyguard’s wrist, breaking it. The man pushed the guard backward, sending them crashing to the ground.

Olive looked up and saw a tall man before her. Elvis!

“Why are you here?” she exclaimed.

“Seemed like I missed a good show,” Elvis said, his voice low, emotionless, yet magnetic.

Monica was surprised by this unexpected interruption. She stared at the handsome man beside Olive, noting his air of indifference and coldness. As Mrs. Hart, she knew the Los Angeles elite and was certain she’d never met him. She recalled Gabriella mentioning Olive hiring a gigolo. Could this be him?

“Olive, is this the young gigolo you hired?” she asked.

“Young gigolo?”

Chapter 6: Fight Me, You Guys?

Hearing this, Elvis frowned, looking at Olive. “A young gigolo? Is that what you told her?”

Olive waved her hand. “No, I didn’t say anything.”

Monica’s patience snapped. “What the hell are you guys still doing? Can’t you handle a gigolo? Hurry up!”

Some bodyguards moved forward, but Elvis languidly raised his eyelids. “You guys wanna fight me?”

The guards’ hearts pounded. They turned and fled.

Monica trembled with rage. She’d never encountered such an arrogant gigolo. Her hired bodyguards were gone, leaving her helpless.

“Do you intend on having dinner here? Let’s go,” Elvis said to Olive.

“Oh, okay.”

Olive followed Elvis, whispering to Monica as she passed, “Next time, improve your housekeeping skills. You wouldn’t want me laughing at you.”

Monica was furious.

In the car, Olive glanced at Elvis.

He asked, “If I didn’t show up, what would you have done?”

Olive hesitated. “I could have fought them. I could have handled them.”

Elvis recalled her story—the rejection and bullying since age nine. The fight was likely self-defense. If she could handle the men on the train, these bodyguards wouldn’t pose much of a challenge.

“Girls don’t fight. Fighting is a man’s business,” he stated.

“I don’t like to rely on others, but Mr. Augustine, thank you,” she said sincerely.

Elvis furrowed his brow. “Is that how you say thank you?”

Olive was stunned. “How do you want me to say thank you?”

Elvis’s eyes fell on her lips. “You don’t understand the way women thank men?”