Chapter 524: A Video Chat
Olive spoke sweetly and softly to Aunty Layla, treating her not as a servant, but as Nathan's guardian. "Little Master, would you like to train with Teacher Hart?" Aunty Layla asked with a smile. Nathan nodded vigorously. "Yes, I would!" "Okay, Mr. Hart. I'll just wait for you two to finish," Olive thanked her, then put kneepads on Nathan's knees. "Nathan, let's start now, go!" Olive and Nathan ran ahead, with Aunty Layla following.
Soon, Aunty Layla's phone rang. It was her boss, Elvis. Knowing he'd likely call to inquire about Nathan, she answered respectfully, "Hello, sir." Elvis's low, magnetic voice came through: "Layla, is Nathan home from school yet?" "Sir, I was just about to report. A kindergarten teacher is doing oral muscle training with him, teaching him to speak. He's still training with Miss Hart," Aunty Layla replied. There was no response. Aunty Layla's heart tightened; her boss's silence was more unsettling than his anger. She quickly added, "Sir, don't worry, Miss Hart is a lovely person. She's incredibly beautiful; the sweetest girl I've ever met. You'll agree when you see her."
Elvis, meanwhile, was in the VIP conference hall of a seven-star hotel. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he stood elegantly by the window. The executives, already seated, refrained from disturbing him as he spoke on the phone. He listened to Aunty Layla's assessment of Olive, realizing that Olive had once again captivated her. This was a recurring effect; she seemed to instantly win people over. Elvis pursed his lips and replied, "Understood, send Nathan home soon." He hung up. Turning, he walked to the conference table and announced, "The meeting begins."
Aunty Layla felt relieved upon hearing the disconnect. His final words confirmed his approval of Miss Hart's instruction. She filmed a short video of Olive and Nathan and sent it to Elvis.
Elvis was mid-meeting when his phone beeped. The chief financial officer paused mid-report. All eyes turned to Elvis. Normally, he'd give his phone to his secretary during important meetings, but his actions spoke volumes. His expression remained calm. "Yes, President," the CFO resumed. Elvis opened Aunty Layla's video. The executives exchanged curious glances. Their CEO was using his phone during a meeting!
The video showed Olive, her long black hair in a low ponytail, running with Nathan, who was chasing after her. His usually stoic son was actually laughing. Elvis's heart softened; a faint smile touched his lips. The executives gasped, sensing they'd witnessed something unusual.
An hour later, Olive and Nathan returned to the Serenity Villa. Aunty Layla said, "Mrs. Hart, you're wet from running with the young master. Why not shower and have dinner with us?" Olive hesitated. Nathan looked at her expectantly. "Okay, let's go," Olive smiled in agreement.
Arriving at the villa, Olive gazed at the familiar building. She'd lived here with Elvis three years ago, unaware he'd remained there. Aunty Layla called to her, snapping her out of her reverie. "Oh, Miss Layla, thank you, but I won't stay. Next time…" Before she finished, a small hand grasped hers. Nathan looked up, full of anticipation. "Teacher Fairy, I'm inviting you to my room." Olive's heart softened. She wondered if he'd grown up in that baby's room. "Alright then. Miss Layla, I'll go in now."
Inside, the villa's interior remained unchanged since her departure. Nathan led her to his room, evoking many sweet memories. A series of vibrations broke the silence—Nathan's phone. It was a video chat from Elvis. Nathan answered, and Elvis's handsome face filled the screen.