Chapter 513: His Game Has Just Begun
Olive directly refused. Elvis’s handsome eyes darkened instantly; their depths resembled two small abysses into which the careless might fall. Olive met his gaze fearlessly, calmly stating, “President Augustine, let’s play pool. Even though you’re at the top now, I still have a chance to turn defeat into victory, right?” She looked at the billiard table with clear, determined eyes, a fierce intent gleaming within. “I will definitely win.”
Elvis regarded Olive. Three years later, in a sleeveless black dress, she played billiards with the same calm grace, yet even more captivating. “Okay, I’ll wait for you to win,” he whispered.
Olive lowered her waist, aiming her cue precisely at the black ball before attacking with practiced skill. With a sharp bang, the black ball smashed into the others, scattering Elvis’s carefully arranged formation. Whispers rippled through the room. Everyone was stunned. Even the Emperor Clubhouse manager exclaimed, “A full bar! A truly magnificent shot! Perfect!”
Olive’s achievement shocked the onlookers. The manager’s praise, however, was overshadowed by the sudden shift in the room’s atmosphere. The assembled business tycoons all stared at him. The reason was clear: if Olive won, Elvis would lose. The thought of Olive, single-handedly defeating these business giants, filled them with a mixture of awe and embarrassment. They looked at her, a glint of deep amazement in their eyes. Beautiful women were plentiful, but capable, engaging women who could hold their own against men were rare. Olive was a striking exception.
The atmosphere in the billiard room grew tense as all eyes turned to Elvis. Olive won. She looked at Elvis, saying, “President Augustine, I won. As per our agreement, I’m leaving now. Goodbye, everyone.” She turned and left without hesitation.
Elvis remained motionless, watching her slim figure disappear. After a few seconds, he tore a button from his black shirt. His throat worked twice before he too departed, his long legs carrying him away.
The two left one after the other, leaving an air of palpable tension. If anyone had been mistaken, Elvis’s narrowed eyes seemed to hold a dangerous glint, sending shivers down their spines.
Hazel, Elvis’s current mistress, appeared, her arrival a jarring contrast to the preceding scene. She grabbed Elvis in the hallway, pouting her lips seductively. “President Augustine, where are you going? Didn’t you bring me here to play?”
Elvis gazed at her affected seduction, his remaining patience evaporating. Hazel filled him with disgust. Three years without Olive, he now realized, had allowed him to gradually forget her. While she was absent, the other women had seemed tolerable, at least not sickening. But Olive's unexpected return changed everything. Her beauty—a blend of purity and charm—her slim, radiant figure, even a hint of amorous affection, were enthralling. Compared to her, the women around him were unbearably vulgar. He could clearly see the foundation on Hazel's face, a stark contrast to Olive's milky skin and natural beauty. Olive wouldn't have resorted to Hazel's blatant glamor; her gentle voice, soft body, and delicate fragrance were a world apart.
It was strange. When Olive was absent, he’d thought everything was fine; now, her presence left him heartbroken. Elvis’s handsome face remained impassive, concealing his inner turmoil. He’d reached an age where he couldn't easily display his emotions, so he briefly glanced at Hazel’s hand on his sleeve. His eyelids lowered, he said, “Move your hand.”
Hazel, noticing his indifference and impatience, felt a pang of bewilderment. When Olive was present, Elvis had treated her like a queen; now that Olive was gone, so was his tender treatment.
Hazel quickly withdrew her hand, torn between fear of offending him and her unwillingness to give up. She moved closer, rubbing against his body, highlighting the features she was most proud of. “Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong? You don’t like Hazel?”
Elvis, accustomed to such advances, understood her intentions immediately. He glanced at her deliberately lowered neckline, devoid of any sexual interest. A cold, mocking curve played on his thin lips. “Go to the presidential suite and wait for me.”
Hazel gasped in surprise. Was this really happening? Elvis was going to… be intimate with her? The directness was exhilarating. “President Augustine, you’re bad,” she said gracefully, hurrying to the suite and adding a wink, “I’ll wait for you.”
After Hazel left, Elvis pulled out his phone and made a call. “Get me Olive!” He had waited three long years; he wouldn't let her go so easily. The game had just begun, and he intended to play it slowly. He had a big surprise planned for her.
Olive found North after their short film concluded. “Olive, where have you been? I was shocked when I didn’t see you,” North exclaimed.
“I just went for a walk. North, let’s go,” Olive replied.
“Okay.” As they were about to leave, a group of security guards in black blocked their path. “Sorry, you can’t leave for the time being,” one announced.
North frowned, asking, “What do you mean?”
“Miss Paulo, our Emperor Club has lost a priceless treasure, and we need you to assist with the search.”
Olive’s eyebrows rose slightly. The timing of this ‘accident’ as she and North prepared to leave the club, made her suspect foul play.