Chapter 514: Searching Olive's Body
The intent of these individuals is to prevent Olive from leaving. Miss Jones stepped forward, stating, "The Emperor's Club has lost a valuable item. We should cooperate, but as the Imperial's premier club, we have surveillance cameras everywhere. Have you checked them? We can cooperate, but we can't all wait here indefinitely. If it's not found after a day, two days, or even a month, must we remain here forever?"
The security guard in black replied, "Sorry, our boss has ordered that if it's not found, we stay for a year, not just a month. Please remain here and don't go anywhere!"
North removed her sunglasses, exclaiming, "What? Your boss has such a demanding attitude? Where is your boss? I suspect you're deliberately obstructing us. I want to meet your boss."
"I'm sorry, our boss isn't available at your convenience," the guard responded.
North was about to argue, but Olive intervened, pulling her back. Olive shook her head at North, then addressed the guard, asking, "I suspect your boss and I are old acquaintances. May I meet him?"
The security guard nodded, stepping aside. "Miss Hart, please."
Olive knew her guess was correct. This was all aimed at her. North declared, "Olive, that boss is mysterious and has bad intentions; I'm coming with you!"
Olive smiled, "North, I'll see the boss. Don't worry, I'll be right back."
The security guard led Olive to a presidential suite. "Miss Hart, our boss awaits inside."
The suite was dark, and Olive detected an unusual scent. However, she had no choice. She entered. A tall, handsome figure, Elvis, stood by a wine cabinet. He poured red wine, swirling it elegantly before looking at her. "So, you're here."
Olive had correctly guessed Elvis was the Emperor's Club's big boss. He was a tycoon with numerous businesses, including this entertainment venue. Olive asked bluntly, "What do you want?"
Elvis moved closer, sitting on the sofa arm, one hand in his pocket. He said lazily, "Didn't my subordinates mention that I lost a priceless treasure here?"
"What treasure?" Olive asked.
"You're familiar with it. It's the ring my mother left me—the One Love ring."
Those words evoked memories. Three years ago, Olive had thrown the One Love ring into a pond. Elvis had retrieved it, braving the rain and suffering injuries. Afterward, she never removed it. Now, Elvis claimed it was missing and wanted it back.
Olive's eyelashes trembled. Elvis said, "Miss Hart, the One Love ring is priceless. Return it, and you and your friend can leave." He took a sip of wine.
Olive replied, "The One Love ring isn't in my possession."
Elvis stopped drinking. He had once said she could never remove the ring. He seemed self-indulgent again. His eyes turned cold, and he mocked her, viewing her as a trapped mouse. He wanted to toy with her. "Come here," he commanded.
Olive approached. Elvis sat on the sofa, she stood, making her appear slightly taller, yet he remained condescending. He pinched her jaw, forcing her gaze. She tried to avoid his touch.
"I'll return the ring, but I need time..." she began, but he pinched her hard. His touch sparked a reaction in him. The skin he pinched paled. His blood boiled, and his lust surged.
"How do I know you're telling the truth? You always lie and play games. If I let you go, I'll never find you again. The ring is probably on you. I'll search your body now!"
Olive realized his true intention was to humiliate her. She pushed him away and turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back onto his lap.
She struggled, but his strength was overwhelming. "Olive, where are you going? You don't want me to search your body? Who are you protecting yourself for?" he asked, raising his hand to unbutton her dress.
Olive fought back, hitting his shoulders. "Elvis, let go of me! You bastard! Don't touch me!"
His desire to conquer intensified. He left red marks on her skin. He leaned close, whispering, "Obey. Or do you believe I'll let your friend North be searched too?"