Chapter 562: The Drama of Catching Adultery
Elvis dropped the words and left, leaving Clara frozen. She felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her, humiliated and embarrassed. Over the past three years, although Elvis hadn't promised her anything, he had treated her differently. Clara had always been confident in her place by his side, believing herself to be the perfect woman for him. But now, with Olive's return, he had ruthlessly cast her aside, the "counterfeit" discarded. Clara glared at Olive on the dance floor, her eyes blazing with bitterness and anger. A maid approached; Clara acknowledged her with a look, and the maid departed. Clara curled her lips; the show was about to begin. She would wait until Olive was in her brother's bed to see how this would play out.
On the dance floor, Liam held Olive's soft waist and murmured, "Boss Augustine is gone. Let me guess…" Olive looked up at him. Liam pursed his lips, continuing, "If I'm right, Mr. Augustine was the man you fell in love with. I'm taking his woman, am I not?" Olive met Liam's gaze candidly. "King Liam," she replied, "we only discuss cooperation, not feelings. This is a personal matter; I have no comment." Liam nodded, feigning unconcern. "Then back to business," he said casually. "You've provoked Clara; I doubt she'll let this slide." Olive frowned. "Well, King Liam can sit back and watch the play!"
The dance ended, and Liam and Olive parted ways. Olive headed to the restroom. The palace's vast size made finding it difficult. She asked a maid, "Excuse me, where is the restroom?"
The maid replied respectfully, "Princess Olive, please come with me." Olive followed as the maid led the way. Soon, Olive heard a bell ring. Her clear eyes dulled, and she followed mechanically. The maid opened a room's door, gesturing for Olive to enter. "Princess Olive, please…" Olive went inside. Outside, Aaron arrived. The maid nodded to him and silently left. Overjoyed, Aaron entered the room, where he saw an antique screen. Through it, he could vaguely discern a slender, graceful figure. "Princess Olive, I'm here!" he announced, rushing toward the figure.
Meanwhile, Clara waited outside, her plan unfolding smoothly. All that remained was for her and Liam to ensure Olive couldn't escape. "Olive!" Clara shouted. "Olive, where are you? Olive!" Her loud voice drew attention. People rushed over, concerned. "Princess Clara, what happened?" Clara panicked. "Have you seen Olive? She's gone! I can't find her anywhere!" The Princess of Visionary's disappearance was a significant event; everyone began searching.
Suddenly, a delicate, ambiguous voice echoed from the room behind Clara, instantly catching everyone's attention. "Why does it seem like someone is in there? Could it be Princess Olive?" "The voice sounds strange. Is there another man in the room?" Liam arrived, and the crowd gathered around him. "What if Princess Olive is with another man?" someone suggested. "Impossible!" Clara instantly defended Olive. "Olive isn't that kind of person. She's the future Princess of Gold City; she wouldn't cheat on my brother!" "Princess Clara, you're too trusting," someone countered. "How do you know she's as pure as you claim?" "I still don't believe it," Clara declared. "To prove Olive's innocence, I'll open this door right now. Let's go in together!"
Liam, whose supposed fiancée was allegedly being unfaithful, watched the unfolding drama with amusement. He knew it was Aaron and Olive inside, a situation that would force Olive to marry Aaron. But was it truly Olive? Liam's curiosity was piqued. The door clicked open, and Clara rushed in, calling, "Olive?" She was certain Olive was inside, having seen her enter. But in an instant, her pupils constricted. There was a man and a woman in the room—Aaron, indeed, but the woman wasn't Olive. Aaron was almost naked, wearing only underwear, desperately pulling at a woman's clothes, kissing her face. Her clothes were disheveled, and she resisted, her long nails scratching his body.
"Aaron, let me go! I'm Trixie, Thomas Arthur's daughter, the chief guard! Let me go!" Trixie pleaded. Those who had rushed in were stunned. They expected Olive, not Trixie, the only child of Thomas Arthur, the prestigious chief of the Royal Guard and Aaron's right-hand man. Aaron's assault on Thomas Arthur's daughter left everyone aghast. Clara's expression changed dramatically. "Brother," she said sharply, "what are you doing? Are you drunk?"