Chapter 38: The Engagement Party

In the other presidential suite, Elvis took a cold shower and emerged wearing black silk pajamas. Raven handed him a glass of red wine.

“I’m still wondering how Olive changed your mood from gloomy to sunny,” she remarked.

Elvis took a sip. “Is it that obvious I’m happy?”

Raven leaned on the table. “You don’t even have to say it. It’s written all over your face.”

Elvis admitted he was in a good mood. Olive's jealousy over a phone call—shouldn't that make him happy?

The doorbell rang. It was Andrew, having rushed over after Elvis's call. He carefully observed Elvis's face. “CEO, what’s the matter?”

Elvis sat on the sofa. “Secretary Andrew, Rita answered my call. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Andrew realized his CEO was quite agitated. It was just a phone call; he hadn’t taken it seriously.

“CEO, is anything wrong? Did she overhear any trade secrets?” Andrew looked frightened.

The doorbell rang again. Andrew answered it; it was Rita, the public relations director. Naturally beautiful and charming, with long wavy hair and a striking figure, she was difficult to resist.

Andrew returned, closing the door behind him. “Sir, Rita is here. She said she made you some food.”

Raven chuckled. “It’s said a woman’s intuition is the most accurate. It seems Olive’s jealousy isn’t random.”

Rita had brought food, knowing Elvis had been at the bar for two days. She clearly had her eye on him. Elvis had never lacked female companionship, but Rita should have known better; he was emotionally detached.

“Hold on,” Elvis said, suddenly thoughtful.

“Yes, President?” Andrew responded.

“Bring in the food, and extend my gratitude.”

“Yes, President,” Andrew replied, heading back to the door.

Raven stared at Elvis. “Olive’s jealousy isn’t enough, huh? You still want to bring Rita closer? Are you trying to make Olive furious?”

Elvis leaned back on the sofa, swirling his wine. He enjoyed seeing her jealous; only then did she reveal her shrewdness and tenderness. If Rita hadn't provoked her jealousy, she never would have opened her heart to him.

Derrick and Gabriella’s engagement party was that night. Olive had agreed to attend and prepared a special gift.

Old Mrs. Samantha approached her. “Olly, I’m going to the church to fast and pray. I might be gone for a few days. Call Elvis and tell him to come home to keep you company tonight.”

“Okay, Grandma.”

Mrs. Samantha left, and Olive took out her phone. She didn’t want to call Elvis. After he’d left the presidential suite that night, they hadn’t spoken. But, since Grandma instructed her, she had no choice.

She dialed his number; he answered immediately.

“Hello,” Elvis’s low, magnetic voice sounded.

Olive gripped the phone. “Elvis, Grandma said she’s gone to church to pray and fast. She’ll be gone for a few days.”

“Is that all she said?”

Grandma had also asked her to tell him to come home, but Olive wouldn’t. It would seem too eager.

A pleasant voice cut in from Elvis’s end. “CEO, there’s something I don’t understand about this contract. I need your explanation.” Olive recognized the voice from the call earlier.

She heard Elvis's low, gentle voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain anything you don’t understand.”

Olive bit her lip. Elvis seemed to remember her. “Do you have anything else to say?”

“No! I didn’t expect you to be without female employees. I won’t bother you anymore!” Olive hung up, throwing the phone into her bag. She took a deep breath. She hadn’t believed the woman was an employee; she knew many bosses had young, beautiful female employees who were also their lovers.

Olive closed her eyes, refusing to think about him. She was going to Derrick and Gabriella's engagement party.

The engagement party was held in Champagne Hills. It was luxurious and romantic. Gabriella wore a white off-the-shoulder gauze gown from Milan, her long hair braided, a dazzling crown adorning her head. She was breathtakingly beautiful.