Chapter 450

Olive said, “Give me your phone to check.” Damien and Elvis stared blankly. How could they have imagined Joyce had a fiancé? And the King of Greenland, Logan Theodore, at that? Alpha, like a scheming old fox, fixed his gaze on Damien's handsome face. He said, “Damien, Logan loved Joyce deeply and treated her like a precious gem. Unfortunately, Joyce didn't reciprocate his feelings, and she broke off the engagement. Logan, in turn, directed all his hatred toward you. He believes you, a mere interloper, seduced Joyce.” Damien remained silent.

Elvis listened, troubled by this revelation about his in-laws. Was this appropriate for him to hear? “Dad,” he said, “Calling my father-in-law, the richest man in the world, a bad guy and underestimating him…isn’t that a bit much?” He felt it best to side with Damien.

Alpha shrugged. “Your mother-in-law is a queen from a mystical land; men like Logan are mere servants in her court. Do you think your father-in-law would be intimidated by your mother-in-law? Fortunately, he holds his own.”

Elvis was surprised. His mother-in-law was…a queen? Olive's mother was a queen, her father the world's richest man, and her former rival was the King of Greenland. Olive’s background was truly extraordinary. He asked Alpha, “Dad, how do you know all this?”

Alpha avoided the question. “Don't worry about that. You only need to know that Logan Theodore is a formidable opponent. He's targeting Olive, appearing sooner than expected. He used Nora to father Crystal, then used ‘One Snap’ to intertwine Olive and Crystal's destinies, creating an enduring feud. Be cautious.”

Elvis's handsome face grew serious; his lips tightened. Just then, his phone rang. It was Olive. “Olive’s calling. Dad, Father-in-law, I'll go.” Elvis answered the call and drove away.

Watching Elvis leave, Alpha approached Damien. Damien, looking at Alpha with intense eyes, simply asked, “Since when did you know?”

“After learning Olive was Joyce's daughter, it all clicked. I deduced it through observation.”

“Where is she now?” Damien asked.

Alpha shook his head. “I don't know. I've investigated Joyce's whereabouts for years. All I know is she disappeared to the ends of the earth and returned home, inheriting the throne. Only Olive can find Joyce now.”

Damien looked up at a streetlight. “Did you find Joyce because of Anabelle? That year, Anabelle wasn’t lost at sea; Joyce took her, right?”

Alpha nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you want to find Anabelle?”

“Do you want to find Joyce?”

Damien’s lips curled. What did he want with that woman? They'd only shared one wild night, yet he nodded softly, “Yes, I think so.” He wanted to find her, to ask her privately what she thought of him. Had she thought of him at all in all these years?

They fell silent. Streetlights illuminated the silhouettes of two legendary figures. The wind blew; the night was still.

That evening, at the Red Villa, two white lights illuminated the lawn. A Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived, the driver's door opening to reveal Elvis, tall and handsome, emerging from the cold mist in his suit. Betty opened the mansion doors, knelt reverently, and offered him slippers. Elvis changed his shoes and entered the living room, his gaze sweeping the space. “Betty,” he asked in a low voice, “Where are Olive and Grandma?”

“Young master, Grandma is asleep, but Olive is awake. She's waiting for you,” Betty replied, covering her mouth with a laugh.

“Understood.” Elvis strode upstairs. Opening the bedroom door, he saw Olive, clad in his shirt, lying on the bed reading. Her slender legs swung in the air. He entered, closed the door, removed his vest, and placed it on the sofa. He loosened his shirt, revealing his collarbone. He sat beside her, his hand encompassing her slender form, pulling her close. He glanced at her book; she was engrossed in an entertainment magazine.

“Ahem, ahem.” Elvis coughed.

Olive looked up, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Mr. Augustine, you’re back.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He kissed her cheek. “You only read entertainment magazines?”

“Your office is full of business books; I’m not interested. This magazine was just here.”

He kissed her fragrant hair. Her scent was intoxicating. “President Augustine, why are you so late?” Olive asked, biting her lip, extending a hand. “Give me your phone.”

Elvis handed over his phone, smiling. “What are you doing?”

“You’re late; I need to check your messages. How else will I know if you’ve been flirting with other women?”

Elvis’s hand tightened around her waist. “The most beautiful woman in Imperial is right here in my bed. Who else would I talk to? If you don't believe me, you can check it later.”

Olive blushed. Mr. Augustine was quite the charmer. “Mr. Augustine,” she said, “I won’t tolerate any infidelity. If I find out you’ve been with another woman, we're done.”

Elvis narrowed his eyes, pulling her onto his lap. “With my wife here, how could I dare?”