Chapter 476: I Must Teach You a Lesson

Mr. Mason was furious. Seeing his fiancée shamelessly cheating on him, his face contorted with rage. He rushed in, grabbed Charlotte, and cursed, “Little bitch!” The moment Charlotte saw Reuben, she instantly awoke. Screaming, “Oh, my goodness!”, she panicked, hugging herself. She looked at the furious Reuben in horror. “Reuben, listen to my explanation! I didn’t do this willingly. I…”

With a snap, Mr. Mason raised his hand and slapped her. His anger was understandable. He had lied to cover for Charlotte, but she had cheated behind his back. He’d clearly heard her words; she didn't like him at all. While with him, she’d thought of other men. No man could tolerate such provocation!

Charlotte slumped to the ground, mortified. Mr. Mason was a brutal man; the slap had drawn blood. “Reuben, it’s not like that. Please, listen to me…” she pleaded, tears streaming, attempting to repeat her earlier tactic.

Olive interrupted with a clear voice. “Mr. Mason, I don’t think Miss Paulo is that kind of person. Why don’t we ask the bodyguard what happened?”

Mr. Mason looked at the bodyguard and ordered, “Speak!”

The bodyguard quickly waved his hand. “Mr. Mason, I know nothing. As soon as I entered, Miss Paulo undressed in front of me and pulled me onto the bed. She was trying to seduce me.”

Mr. Mason’s eyes reddened. As the master of the house, his fiancée’s attempt to seduce his staff was deeply humiliating and confusing. He lunged forward, grabbed Charlotte’s hair, and slapped her twice.

“Little bitch, you dare cheat on me? You dare play me? You dare deceive me? I will teach you a lesson today!”

These slaps nearly killed Charlotte. She begged for mercy, but no one intervened. “Please stop! It hurts! Reuben, please don’t hit me!” she cried, hugging herself. Mr. Mason wouldn’t believe her. He ordered, “Someone, take this bitch away!” He snorted coldly and left. Bodyguards quickly dragged away the struggling Charlotte, her eyes red with resentment as she glared at Olive.

“Olive, it’s all because of you! You hurt me!”

Olive remained impassive, unconcerned by Charlotte’s accusations. Her satisfaction at Charlotte’s plight was evident. This contemptuous attitude enraged Charlotte.

“Olive, don’t be complacent. I don’t like Crystal, but every time you take the antidote, Crystal sleeps with Elvis!”

Olive’s face remained expressionless, but she moved closer. “Grasshoppers must be dealt with one by one. Let’s get rid of you first. Crystal is next. I’ll find her now to keep you company.” She turned and left.

Peterson watched, admiring Olive’s calm, powerful aura as she so easily dismissed Charlotte. Charlotte, watching Olive go, felt a premonition of further trouble.

Olive walked down the hallway when a waiter approached. Seeing her, he quickly lowered his head and hurried away. Their paths crossed; Olive said nothing, her gaze lingering only on the waiter's badge—number 309.

Crystal rushed over, distraught. Elvis had dismissed her, and news of Charlotte’s predicament had her anxious; they were in the same boat. If Charlotte confessed, Crystal would be in danger too. Seeing Olive, she paused.

“Olive, it’s you again. Every time you appear, something bad happens. Did you frame Charlotte?”

Olive walked closer, replying slowly, “Yes, I framed Charlotte. Now that you know, what are you going to do about it?” It was a blatant provocation. Ignoring Crystal’s response, Olive turned to leave.

“Olive, don’t go! Let’s settle this!” Crystal ran after her. Olive, aware of Peterson and Ray’s presence, knew escape was impossible. She quickly turned and entered the women’s restroom.

“Olive, don’t leave!” Crystal followed. Olive locked the door. Seeing Olive’s secretive behavior, Crystal asked suspiciously, “Olive, what are you doing?”

Olive looked at Crystal, extending her hand. “Lend me your phone.”

“Olive, you’re funny. What’s our relationship? Why should I give you my phone?”

Before Crystal could finish, Olive grabbed her arm, snatching the phone. Crystal was stunned. She tried to retrieve it, but Olive pressed a finger to her neck, causing numbness. Controlling Crystal with one hand, Olive dialed the resort’s hotline with the other. Once connected, she said, “Transfer to 309.”