Chapter 525

He wasn't afraid of messing up the kid. Olive knew Elvis was going to video chat with Nathan, so she discreetly stepped aside, out of camera view. The video chat connected, and little Nathan looked at his father, silently calling out, "Daddy." On the other end, Elvis, having just concluded a VIP business meeting, returned to his opulent office. The reflection in the mirror showcased luxurious, subdued decor, with golden tassel curtains in the background. Elvis sat in a black leather executive chair, his aura strong and commanding. He looked at Nathan; the boy's face was flushed from running, appearing incredibly healthy and vibrant. Elvis looked again, but the slender figure of Olive was gone. He pursed his lips and asked, "Nathan, do you miss Daddy?" Nathan's large, dark eyes, like grapes, shifted slightly: "Dad, do you want to hear the truth? No." "Little brat!" Elvis's handsome eyebrows furrowed as he scolded, "It's no use hitting you."

Olive listened to the father-son conversation. This was her first glimpse into their dynamic. Regardless of the gossip surrounding Elvis over the past three years, he clearly loved his son very much. The boy was well-mannered; only better self-control of his temper was needed. At that moment, a delicate voice floated from the other end: "President Augustine, drink some tea and relax." Olive's slender eyelashes fluttered. Elvis was on a business trip, but a woman was with him. He’d maintained his habit of not sleeping with the same woman twice. Hazel was a past affair; this woman sounded biracial. Olive knew she shouldn't interfere in his personal life; his resentment, disgust, and humiliation toward her had been evident at the Emperor's Club. Yet, hearing the woman's voice, she couldn't resist seeing her. Olive quietly took a couple of steps forward, peering through her clear eyes at the video on her phone. Beside Elvis stood a strikingly beautiful, alluring biracial woman in a short red dress.

"Mr. Augustine, you're getting too angry. Have some tea to calm down," the woman said, unconcerned that Elvis was video chatting with his son. She was overtly enthusiastic, deliberately pressing her ample breasts against Elvis's arm. Olive frowned; little Nathan was still watching. Didn't Elvis avoid Nathan when he was with other women? Wasn't he afraid of negatively influencing his son? Olive stepped forward, extended her slender fingers, and ended the video call. Over the past three years, Elvis had faced countless temptations, from women who sought him out to those his associates tried to pair him with. The thirty-two-year-old bachelor couldn't remain unaccompanied. Elvis didn't notice the biracial woman beside him; he’d quickly spotted Olive's familiar slim figure on the video. As soon as her face appeared, she'd hung up with two sharp beeps. Damn! Elvis's handsome face darkened. She dared to anger him! "Mr. Augustine," the biracial woman persisted. Elvis pushed her away, a hoarse voice escaping his throat, "If you want a man that badly, should I find some for you?" The woman froze, her face paling. Everyone knew the tycoon was ruthless; he wasn't joking. Yet, hadn't there been rumors of his amorous nature for the past three years? Why had he become such a cold, restrained, abstinent man? The woman was terrified, unsure of her transgression. Elvis impatiently said, "Get out!"

This business trip was extended, lasting two weeks. The video chat had ended badly; Elvis didn't call Nathan again. Naturally, Nathan, preoccupied with Olive, hadn't sought out his father. After school that day, Olive and Nathan went for their usual run. For two weeks, they'd maintained their rigorous routine, attracting considerable attention, including several wealthy young men known for pursuing attractive women. A red Ferrari followed them, and the man inside leered at Olive, saying, "Pretty lady, you work hard. Get in; I'll give you a ride." Olive ignored him, her eyes softening as she looked at Nathan and asked, "Nathan, are you tired?" Little Nathan shook his head, "Not tired." The man, sensing Olive's disinterest, sneered, "Pretty lady, is this your son? Didn't realize you had a kid. A son at twenty? You may look pure, but you've clearly been with a man." He continued mockingly, "That man must be poor, letting his wife and child run in the streets. He must be incredibly generous to let his beautiful wife show off like this… cuckolded, haha!" He laughed triumphantly, but a cold gaze made him shiver. He looked up to see little Nathan staring at him with dark, intense eyes. It was a three-year-old, but his expression was formidable, brimming with defiance.

The rich man's scalp tingled. The idea of being intimidated by a toddler annoyed him. He opened his car door, shouting, "Little brat, what are you looking at? Do you know who I am? Do you think your dad would kneel before me...?" Before he finished, a car crashed into his from behind with a loud explosion.