Chapter 11: Pole Dancing

Elvis glared at Harry. "If you dare touch her, I'll chop off your fingers. You better sit back."

"Why so?" Harry demanded angrily.

Raven's lips curled into a chuckle. Harry reluctantly sat down. He held Elvis in high regard and wouldn't dare defy him.

Olive had arrived for the appointment, accompanied by Monica, who was ensuring a repeat of the previous incident wouldn't occur.

Mr. Ronald arrived late. Seeing him, Monica quickly apologized. "Mr. Ronald, Olive was so wrong last time. I brought her here to apologize."

President Ronald snorted coldly. "She almost killed me last time. Do you think a simple apology can mend the damage she caused?"

On that day, the wolf dog had licked him; its sharp teeth nearly bit his groin. President Ronald had been terrified. The memory still fueled his desire to strangle Olive.

"Mr. Ronald, how else do you want us to apologize?" Monica asked calmly.

"The apology is insincere. Let Olive drink from these bottles first."

Just as Monica was about to agree, Olive said, "I don't know how to drink. Whoever wants to drink can go ahead."

"What!" Monica nearly lost her composure but restrained herself, smiling instead. "Mr. Ronald, perhaps a different form of apology would be more appealing?"

President Ronald's eyes quickly scanned Olive's slender body, picking up on Monica's hint.

"Well," he said, "let Olive come on stage and dance a pole dance. That way, I'll forget about what happened that day."

Pole dancing?

Monica's eyes lit up. It was the perfect opportunity. Pole dancing was a sensual dance; very suitable.

"Olive," Monica said with a malicious smile, "since you've come to apologize, you must show your sincerity. You don't have to drink, but you must go on stage and dance."

Olive, unaware of the implications of pole dancing, smiled and agreed. "Okay, I'll dance."

Olive walked onto the stage. The music blared. Clad in a white dress, her slender white hands grasped the steel pole. She wrapped her body around it and began swaying rhythmically. She spun and danced beautifully.

Soon, Olive finished and collapsed to the ground. The crowd erupted in applause, cheering relentlessly. Her dance was unlike anything they had ever seen.

Olive returned to their table. Mr. Ronald was beaming. "Olive, I didn't expect your dance to be so perfect. I've forgotten about yesterday's events. But you must come with me to my room. Let's discuss the Hart's medical capital fund."

Olive, dripping with sweat, stared at Mr. Ronald's eager expression. "Okay. You can lead the way."

Monica's eyes were vicious. She hadn't expected Olive to dance so beautifully after ten years. Originally, she had planned to humiliate Olive with the pole dance, but she hadn't anticipated Olive commanding the stage.

Monica remembered Olive, the former little princess of the Hart family, had been intelligent since childhood. Olive and her daughter Pamela had attended ballet classes; while Pamela practiced diligently, Olive had effortlessly danced on her tiptoes. Monica thought Olive, raised in an orphanage, would have forgotten how to dance. Her disappointment was immense.

Monica glared at Olive; her desire to destroy her intensified. Tonight, she wouldn't let her escape again.

Harry remained speechless throughout Olive's performance. "Bro! Your lady is a perfect dancer. I doubt any pole dancer in Kiss Land can compete with her."

Raven smirked. "The Hart family is interesting. Since Olive is married to Elvis, they want her to humiliate him. They know you're unwell, yet they brought Olive here to sleep with another man. I doubt Olive is truly their child."

"Bro, Olive just went into the room with that pot-bellied man. What should we do?" Harry asked anxiously.

Elvis exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, and glanced at Harry. "Bro! Just give me an order. I'll teach that Mr. Ronald a lesson." Elvis then left the bar for the restroom.

"Raven," Harry said, "what's up with Elvis? He hasn't been interested in women. Could he be falling for Olive?"

"Relax, bro. Elvis just wants a taste of her, I think," Raven replied, sipping his drink.

"Okay, okay. I'm relaxed."

At the room's door, Monica warned, "Olive, don't pull any tricks this time. Make sure Mr. Ronald makes the transaction. I'll be here to see if you develop wings and fly out."

Olive bit her lip. The show had just begun. How would she escape?

Olive entered the room. Mr. Ronald rushed towards her. "Beautiful one, let me have a quick kiss."

Olive avoided his lips, allowing a kiss on her cheek. "Mr. Ronald, no need to rush. I'm all yours. Let me shower first."

"How about we shower together?" Ronald suggested eagerly.

Olive locked herself in the bathroom. Startled by a figure in the room, she reached for a needle hidden in her hair, but a large hand clasped her wrist, pushing her against the wall. "Mrs. Augustine, you're quite enthusiastic."