Chapter 472: He Actually Drugged Himself

Peterson pondered, then said, “Young master, while Miss Hart is intelligent, her escape is unlikely.”

“Nevertheless, let Ray follow her constantly. We must be more cautious. I want no accidents,” Elvis ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Peterson nodded.

At dinner, the chef prepared a sumptuous meal. Elvis and Olive sat together; Crystal sat opposite, alone. Seeing the couple, she felt humiliated.

Mr. Mason entered with Charlotte. “Mr. Augustine, I have a red wine I’ve been saving. Since you’re here, I’ve already had a waiter bring it.”

A waiter arrived with the wine, skillfully opening and pouring it. Olive briefly glanced at him before looking away.

Mr. Mason raised his glass. “To many more pleasant years.”

“To many more years,” Elvis echoed, taking a sip. Crystal and Charlotte watched, anticipating the drug’s delayed effect. Their plan was to send Olive away after dinner, allowing Crystal to sleep with Elvis. Crystal smiled, winking at Charlotte.

Elvis finished his wine, then suddenly pulled Olive’s hand to his face. “Olive, I’m so hot,” he mumbled.

Olive checked his pulse. “Did you eat something you’re allergic to?” she asked.

“Nothing. Only this wine,” Elvis said, pointing to his glass. “Something’s wrong with this wine!”

Crystal and Charlotte’s faces fell. The drug’s rapid onset surprised them.

Mr. Mason stood. “Mr. Augustine, do you mean… someone spiked your wine?”

“Do I need to answer that?” Elvis stood, kicking the table and sending dishes flying. The food and drink landed on Crystal and Charlotte.

“My goodness!” they screamed, their dresses stained.

“Mr. Augustine!” Charlotte yelled, suspecting Elvis’s actions were deliberate. But meeting his gaze, she calmed.

“Mr. Mason, something’s wrong with the wine. I was drugged at your resort. Care to explain?” Elvis glared at Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason looked at the waiter, who guiltily sought help from Charlotte. She avoided his gaze.

Olive, who had been silent, said, “Mr. Mason, this waiter served the wine, but he wouldn’t dare drug Mr. Augustine without orders. A proper interrogation will reveal the truth.”

Mr. Mason ordered his bodyguards, “Lock him up and interrogate him.” Then, to Elvis, “Mr. Augustine, don’t worry, I’ll find out who’s responsible.”

“Okay,” Elvis said, taking Olive upstairs.

Crystal’s eyes narrowed. Elvis was drugged, yet he was taking Olive upstairs? She, the one who drugged him, should be the one with him!

“Elvis, wait for me!” Crystal followed.

In the hallway, Olive stopped at the presidential suite’s door.

Elvis paused. “Olive, what’s wrong?”

“Elvis, Crystal and Charlotte drugged you. You knew, so why drink the wine?”

Elvis knew he couldn’t hide anything from her. His lustful eyes narrowed. “Olive, that’s not important. I feel terrible.”

Olive felt his burning skin. He’d drugged himself. He was insane.

“Elvis, what do you want?” Olive asked.

“Olive, I want you,” he whispered.

Olive tried to pull away. “Elvis, you’re despicable! You’re trying to force me.”

Crystal approached, wearing a revealing dress. Her gaze was seductive.

Elvis held Olive’s wrist. “Olive, someone’s looking at me. Hold onto me.”

Olive’s face was pale as she pushed him away.

“Olive, no!” Elvis resisted.

Olive pried his fingers open and firmly pushed him away, entering the suite and closing the door.