Chapter 559

Olive will be given to you tonight. The palace teems with intrigue. Logan's favorite concubine, and her son and daughter, Aaron and Clara, are present. Clara, Greenland's most beautiful and noble princess, anticipates a beauty contest with the newly arrived Olive. Women cherish beauty; no one wants to be outshone. Clara watches Olive emerge from the wedding carriage, prepared for the competition. Aaron, though handsome, possesses a chilling aloofness. Perhaps his fondness for beauty explains his flighty gaze. He smirks lasciviously upon seeing Olive's slender hand extend from the carriage. Liam takes Olive's hand, greeting her.

A gasp sweeps through the crowd. All eyes are on Olive, clad in a white silk dress with a classic buckled neckline, showcasing her elegant neck. Her jet-black hair, styled in a princess braid, frames her beautiful face. "God, what a beautiful fairy!" someone exclaims.

Elvis, observing from an elevated vantage point, notes the transformation in Olive. His pupils constrict; a profound amazement washes over him. He sees not the Olive of old, but the reborn Princess of Visionary, adorned with a bright red, three-petaled flower upon her forehead, enhancing her beauty.

Clara, despite her reluctance to admit defeat, recognizes her loss. Olive's beauty and demeanor are far superior. Whispers ripple through the onlookers: "My God, is the Princess of Visionary a fairy descended from heaven? So beautiful." "I thought Princess Clara was lovely, but meeting the Visionary Princess opened my eyes." "Visionary's princess is far prettier than Princess Clara; they aren't even comparable."

Though hushed, their words reach Clara's ears. Fury boils within her, but she maintains a charming, innocent smile.

Aaron, too, is captivated by Olive, his eyes widening in awe. A connoisseur of beauty, he finds his usual companions pale in comparison to Olive's splendor. His gaze intensifies, a burning desire consuming him.

Olive alights from the carriage, meeting Liam's gaze. "King of Gold City," she says generously, "I have long admired your reputation. I hope for a fruitful cooperation."

Liam, his ink-black eyes narrowed, replies, "Working with you is risky. I'm still considering. My father wants you to marry his favorite son, Aaron. He practically drooled at the sight of you. You're a hot potato now. Marrying you means opposing my father and Concubine Molly. It's a bad bet, no matter how you look at it."

Olive and Liam stand together, their charm undeniable, their expressions inscrutable. Olive smiles; Liam's consideration is evident. The onlookers perceive their exchange as a tender, private moment.

Olive's gaze briefly meets Aaron's. She raises her delicate eyebrows, replying, "King of Gold City, I will prove my worth, and I believe you will cooperate."

Liam, witnessing the wisdom, calm, and determination in Olive's clear eyes, feels a surge of anticipation. "The palace awaits a grand spectacle," he says with a proud laugh, "I'll watch your performance with interest."

Olive purses her lips. "I have a meeting gift for the King of Gold City."

Liam is intrigued, apprehensive about the future. Olive’s arrival plunges her into Logan’s sphere of influence; Logan intends to marry her to Aaron, and Concubine Molly's family is also watching. A compelling drama unfolds. Olive, new to this environment, faces uncertain prospects.

Liam leads Olive to Logan. "Father, I've brought Olive." Logan's smile belies the events of three years past. "Olive, welcome to Greenland. Is your mother joining you?" he asks eagerly, referring to Joyce Brown.

Olive smiles. "Mr. Theodore, my mother will come. She will attend the wedding when I marry the King of Gold City."

"Excellent, let's go inside." They enter the palace.

At the banquet, Olive and Liam stand bathed in light, the center of attention and admiration. Logan watches them coldly from the sidelines. Liam, his proudest yet most rebellious son, poses a threat to his throne. Olive's marriage to Liam is unacceptable. However, pressured by the Visionary Ancient Kingdom, Logan cannot openly refuse, resorting instead to underhanded tactics.

He glances at Liam. "Liam." Liam, his gaze still on Olive, recovers himself. "Father."

"Liam, tonight, Olive is yours. You know what to do, don't you?"