Chapter 438

Olive, don't leave me! Even without payment, she was willing to sleep with such a wonderful man; it would benefit her. Tiana gently approached the sofa, raised her hand, and began massaging Elvis's temples. She knew how to subdue a man with a gentle touch. Elvis felt his headache ease, the wrinkles between his brows relaxing. The room was silent, but Tiana's heart pounded. Elvis appeared to fall asleep. Hesitantly, she lowered her hand to his sturdy shoulders, whispering delicately, "President Augustine, you must be very tired. Let me unbutton your shirt for you." Her hand moved along his shoulder; she felt his powerful muscles through the thin fabric, eager to unbutton his clothes. But Elvis suddenly opened his eyes, grasped her arm, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Tiana, startled by his alertness, paled. "President Augustine, I…" Elvis pushed her away, interrupting harshly, "I'll give you three seconds. Get out immediately!" Terror gripped Tiana; she sensed his anger. She had been confident entering his room. She was beautiful, sought after by businessmen, and accustomed to choosing her financial backers. She assumed he'd want her.

But his cold gaze, devoid of interest, shattered her confidence. Resentful, yet unwilling to leave—this was a golden opportunity—she couldn't depart empty-handed. "Mr. Augustine, I like you, I've liked you for a long time. I saw you drinking alone. Let me stay with you tonight." She shed her clothes, revealing her body. Elvis's gaze remained steady, appraising her. Joy surged through Tiana as she posed seductively. Elvis snorted, his lips curling cruelly. "Stop posing! It's not your fault to look like this, but it is your fault to go out and scare people."

Stunned, Tiana felt a wave of icy despair wash over her. How could he criticize her appearance? She was beautiful, with long legs. His cold, lifeless eyes met hers. "The woman I like is Olive. You don't have her face or body. Get out." As he finished, a click echoed as the door opened, and Olive entered.

Olive stood in the doorway, clad in a long black coat, her jet-black hair framing her neck. Her clear gaze swept from Tiana to Elvis's handsome face. "Elvis, I'm here. Want to show me this?"

Tiana saw Olive's beauty and understood Elvis's disdain. Olive surpassed her in every aspect. "Miss Hart… Miss Hart, please don't misunderstand. Nothing happened between me and Mr. Augustine. I only massaged his leg and shoulders…" Jealous, she spoke in a provocative tone, hoping to confuse Olive.

Olive approached, produced a dollar bill, and handed it to Tiana. "So you're the maid here. How can I let you serve for free? This is your tip." She stuffed the bill into Tiana's cleavage. Tiana was shocked by Olive's calm demeanor; she wasn't angry but used the money to humiliate her. "The money's given, please go," Olive pointed to Tiana's chest. "You should visit a plastic surgeon; the silicone in your right breast is loose."

Tiana saw Olive's cruelty—not with knives, but with words. Humiliated, she wanted to disappear. She hastily dressed, mortified. Olive's eyes glinted coldly. "Next time you seduce a man, know your limitations. You dare covet Olive Hart's man?" Tiana, weeping, covered her face and fled.

Olive watched her go, then felt strong arms encircle her. Elvis hugged her from behind, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. He smiled hoarsely, "Olive, you're finally here. I thought you really didn't need me anymore."

Olive struggled, pushing him away. "Elvis, on our first day, you staged a rape scene for me to watch?"

Elvis held her tightly. "I swear I did nothing! I was drunk. She massaged my temples, then tried to unbutton my shirt when I woke up. I stopped her. No one touches Olive Hart's man." He looked like a martyr, fiercely defending his innocence. Olive turned, meeting his slightly drunken eyes. "You reek of alcohol. Let go of me!"

Elvis raised an eyebrow, snarling, "Olive, don't leave me!" Olive pushed him away fiercely. "I'm going home, follow me." She opened the door, and Peterson, her guard, stood up. Elvis, slightly drunk, followed her.