Chapter 475: Please Respect Yourself!
Although Mr. Mason liked Charlotte, he was displeased with the news. Elvis was his guest, and Charlotte's skill in charming men was evident. Seeing Mr. Mason's anger, she quickly sniffed, began crying, and rushed into Mr. Reuben's arms, burying her face in his chest. "Reuben, I asked him to do this. I'm sorry. I know I've caused you a lot of trouble. Just hand me over; I don't want to cause more trouble," she sobbed. Her contrition softened Mr. Mason slightly. He ordered security to take the waiter away.
Once alone with Charlotte, Mr. Mason hesitated. Exposing her could cost her life. "Charlotte, what's wrong with you? Do you know who Elvis is? How dare you do this? If I hand you over, he won't let you go!" he reprimanded. Charlotte hugged his neck. "Reuben, I was wrong. Crystal, my sister and Elvis's wife, is suffering because of that vixen, Olive. I couldn't help but try to assist her." Mr. Mason touched her face. "You are so kind, just like a little angel." "Reuben, you have to protect your Pearl," she murmured, pouting. He couldn't resist her coquettishness and kissed her.
Later, Charlotte, looking like the resort hostess in her gorgeous gown, encountered Olive. Dismissing her maids, Charlotte approached with an arrogant smile. "Olive, Mr. Reuben and I discovered the truth. A maid, infatuated with President Augustine, secretly poisoned Elvis's drink. If you have any designs on us, we will hand her over." Mr. Mason had chosen to protect Charlotte by sacrificing an innocent maid.
Olive's eyes scanned Charlotte's face. "Charlotte, you must have been working hard in bed, right? Mr. Mason doesn't know your true love is Marvin, does he? You only hooked up with Mr. Mason after Marvin broke off your engagement. If he knows he's a substitute, will he still protect you?"
The mention of Marvin pricked Charlotte. She had been so close to marrying him—the cold, unparalleled youngest academician in Imperial City—her lifelong dream. Now, she was with the rough Mr. Mason, and unhappy. "Olive, do you think Reuben will believe you? Try it," Charlotte retorted confidently.
Olive frowned. "That's why you must cooperate."
"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked, remembering Olive's sharp, ruthless methods. Olive whispered, "You'll find out."
Charlotte tried to flee, but it was too late. Olive released a colorless, odorless powder. Feeling a change, Charlotte ran to find Mr. Mason, but he was gone. Her body grew hot, her mind clouded. She pulled at her clothes to cool herself.
A bodyguard entered. His face resembled Marvin's. "Marvin!" Charlotte cried, hugging him. "I've missed you so much!"
The bodyguard pushed her away. "Miss Paulo, please respect yourself." Overwhelmed by heat and desire, Charlotte touched the bodyguard's genitals. "Marvin, don't push me away! I miss you!"
Mr. Mason and Olive arrived. Mr. Mason apologized, blaming an arrogant maid. Olive expressed satisfaction at the revealed truth. Mr. Mason, pleased with the resolution, heard a gasp from his room. Olive also heard it. "Mr. Mason, what's that sound?"
Mr. Mason burst in to find Charlotte clinging to the bodyguard, who was trying to push her off. "Miss Paulo, please let go. You are Mr. Mason's fiancée!"
"Marvin, forget Reuben! He's reckless and bad in bed. I've always loved you. When I'm with Reuben, I imagine it's you. I want you, Marvin!"