Chapter 523: My Daddy Is The Most Handsome In The Universe!

Elvis frowned, calmly observing Aunty Layla. She quickly stepped forward, reporting, “Sir, Young Master insists on wearing this t-shirt.” Elvis put down his newspaper. “Nathan, go upstairs and change.” Nathan remained motionless, shaking his head in refusal. Elvis remained calm, casually stating, “I don’t think this kindergarten is a good school. I’m going to transfer you.” Immediately, Nathan turned and ran upstairs, obediently changing his clothes.

A few minutes later, a disgruntled Nathan reappeared. He still wore the bright yellow t-shirt, but the words had changed. Nathan looked at Elvis in protest. Elvis silently took a sip of his milk.

He then drove Nathan to kindergarten. Nathan sulked during the drive, but brightened considerably upon arrival, happily entering the school. “Nathan, I’m going on a business trip for a few days. Aunty Layla will pick you up. Be good, okay?” Elvis said in a low voice. Nathan nodded and waved.

Mr. Lucas approached, taking Nathan’s hand. “Mr. Augustine, Nathan was very well-behaved yesterday. Please don’t worry; he’s in good hands.” Elvis replied, “I’ll leave you two now,” and departed in his Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Olive, already at the kindergarten, watched him leave before stepping out. “Nathan! You’re here! Good morning.” Nathan ran to her.

Olive knelt, taking his hands. She saw his t-shirt: “My daddy is the most handsome in the universe.” She smiled. “Well, your daddy is very handsome, but Miss Hart thinks you are even more handsome.” She touched his head, instantly brightening his mood. His teacher seemed truly understanding. “Nathan, let’s go to class. Hold my hand.” She led him inside.

Unbeknownst to Olive, the Rolls-Royce Phantom had merely parked across the street. The driver’s window slid down, revealing Elvis’s handsome face. He held a cigarette, his gaze fixed on Olive across the street. She wore a pretty striped t-shirt—pink, green, and yellow—with high-waisted jeans. Amongst the other teachers, she was undeniably the most striking, youthful and radiant in the sunlight.

Elvis inhaled deeply, exhaling a puff of smoke that momentarily obscured his face. His eyes remained on Olive, noting her figure. He anxiously finished his cigarette, his gaze lingering even after she and Nathan disappeared.

Peterson’s voice interrupted from the phone, “Young Master… are you listening?”

Elvis snapped back to attention, tapping his cigarette ash. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Young Master, Miss Hart is getting close to the Young Master. Should we take measures?” Peterson asked cautiously. Elvis pursed his lips. “No need. Don’t worry about it.” Peterson, bewildered, nodded, “Yes, sir.” Elvis discarded his cigarette and drove to the airport—his business trip was real.

Back at the kindergarten, Olive noticed Nathan’s attempt to speak. He’d run to her, tugging her hand, silently mouthing, “Teacher fairy.” Olive’s eyes lit up. She hugged him. “Nathan, can you speak?” He shook his head; he couldn't vocalize.

“It’s alright,” Olive said, “I can read your lips. But it would be better if you could speak aloud.” She leaned in conspiratorially, “Let me tell you a secret. I studied medicine and I’m very skilled. From today, I’ll help with oral muscle training and massage, to help you speak, okay?” Her eyes shone with hope. “Nathan’s voice must be heard! I’m looking forward to it.” Nathan, who enjoyed Olive’s gentle kindness and pleasant fragrance, calmly nodded, “Yes.”

Later, after school, Aunty Layla and the driver arrived. Olive, having learned of the situation from Nathan, didn’t immediately hand him over. Instead, she smiled sweetly at Aunty Layla. “Hello, Miss Layla. I’m Miss Hart, Nathan’s teacher. I’d like permission for Nathan to train with me after school. I’ll be doing oral muscle exercises to help him speak—it involves physical and oral training. Is that alright?” Aunty Layla, stunned by Olive’s delicate beauty, was speechless.