Chapter 510

Get out, don't embarrass yourself here! Olive wore the Emperor's JK uniform: a navy-collared white shirt over a dark blue pleated skirt. Her white shoes peeked out from under socks pulled up to her ankles—a cute touch. The simple outfit conveyed youth and femininity, a charm clearly appealing to men like Elvis. Over the past three years, despite countless encounters with women, Elvis's taste remained distinct: pure, delicate young girls.

Olive's long black hair was in a low ponytail, still damp from Hazel's playful splashing. The sun warmed her milky skin to a healthy pink, highlighting her delicate, seductive lips—a sight intensely captivating to any man. Elvis watched, noticing how much more vivacious and beautiful she'd become in the three years since he last saw her. He still hated her, a temptress who seduced men, he thought; three years ago, and still three years later. Others would be mortified by the water splash, but Olive evoked the image of a beauty emerging from a bath—irresistibly alluring. The nearby businessmen continued to stare.

Elvis lowered his handsome brows, his long legs carrying him toward her with a hostile expression. Olive, meeting his gaze, saw only hatred and unconcealed disgust. Her hands clenched. He hated her, intensely. She straightened her slender back, a hint of stubbornness in her shining eyes. Elvis, his expression mirroring a petulant child's, pursed his lips. "Go! Go change your clothes, don't embarrass yourself here!" he growled.

Olive stiffened, then left. Hazel immediately appeared, grabbing Elvis's arm and complaining seductively. "Mr. Augustine, I asked her to open a bottle, and she was furious. It's fine if she's angry with me, but as your woman, her disrespect towards me is disrespect towards you. I don't like her. Perhaps she should disappear from Imperial?"

Elvis slightly withdrew his gaze, his handsome eyelids lowered as he looked at Hazel. A cold glint flickered in his narrow eyes. He chuckled, his voice low. "Seeing you makes me upset. Why don't I disappear from Imperial? What do you think?" Hazel gasped, her expression shifting dramatically. She stared at him in disbelief.

Olive changed into a clean outfit, unwilling to return to Elvis's side. She wanted to find North and leave the Emperor's Club. Avoiding the golf course, she headed to the billiards room, only to be stopped by the club manager. "Where have you been? We've been looking for you. The bosses are searching too! Consider yourself lucky; any of them would be a good patron."

Olive frowned. "Manager, I'm not staff here."

He ignored her. "Where's your uniform? Why are you sneaking around? That outfit's nice, though... No time, come on!" He pulled her inside.

In the billiards room, Elvis, Hazel, and the businessmen awaited. Olive had avoided the golf course, yet fate had led these men to billiards, creating an unavoidable encounter. "Master Augustine, bosses, we've found her," the manager announced, pushing Olive forward. All eyes fell upon her.

She’d traded the JK uniform for a short, sleeveless black dress. Her smooth arms, curvy bust, and knee-length skirt displayed her elegant legs. Her wet black hair cascaded freely; she rarely wore black, but it surprisingly suited her, adding allure with a touch of coldness. The businessmen's eyes widened, almost salivating.

Olive's gaze swept across their faces before settling on Elvis, who sat in an armchair, seemingly uninterested in the billiards game. He looked up at her, his gaze lingering on her face before slowly descending. She looked away, calmly stating, "Bosses, I apologize for the misunderstanding. I'm not staff. Please excuse me."

The manager, seeing the bosses' interest in Olive, regarded her as a valuable asset. He reached for her, but the businessmen spoke first. "Little beauty, your employment status is irrelevant. You're not leaving this club."

Olive raised a delicate eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting," an old man replied, his eyes gleaming faintly. "We simply wish to keep you for a cup of tea."

Olive pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling. "I'd be happy to drink tea, but there are so many of you—who should I choose?"

The bosses exchanged uneasy glances. Olive picked up a billiard cue. "I'll play each of you. If I win, I leave."