Chapter 581: Hiding by His Legs

The old lady lay on the ground, crying. The door opened again, and two guards in black clothing entered, dragging her away. “Your Highness has concluded the meeting,” one announced. “He wishes to question you.”

Soon, the old lady was hauled before Logan. He had just finished his meeting, still preoccupied with capturing Thomas and his daughter, Trixie. He looked down at the old woman and asked coldly, “What is your connection to Thomas and Trixie? Where are they hiding? Speak!”

The old lady gazed at Logan, fear evident in her trembling body. Logan narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “Why do I find you…familiar? Have I seen you before?”

Terror consumed the old lady. Her hands shook as she quickly lowered her head and slowly shook it. “I…don’t know you,” she whispered, then coughed up blood, splattering it onto Logan’s feet.

Enraged, Logan kicked her in the chest. A servant quickly knelt, offering a handkerchief to clean Logan’s shoes. “My lord, the old woman is… I believe she’s dead.”

The old lady lay motionless. Logan waved his hand impatiently. He’d suspected she was someone he knew, but her death, and the blood staining his expensive shoes, had dispelled his doubts. “Throw her in the mass grave!” he commanded.

“Yes, my lord,” the guards replied, carrying her away.

Olive remained in the palace. Sadie reported softly, “Your Highness, the old woman is dead.” Olive wasn't surprised; she’d felt the woman's life fading when she checked her pulse. “Did she say anything?”

Sadie shook her head. “No. Though for a moment, Logan thought she looked familiar, she ultimately said nothing.” Olive wondered if her earlier words had stirred a flicker of conscience in the old woman's heart. “Have Aunt Annabelle retrieve her body from the mass grave.”

“Yes,” Sadie replied, quickly departing. Olive was about to leave when she heard approaching footsteps. Who was it?

Clara’s voice, bright and clear, reached Olive’s ears: “Mr. Augustine, this is my mother, the King’s wife. She’s long wished to meet you and invited you to the palace.” Molly’s voice followed: “Mr. Augustine, it’s a pleasure.”

“Thank you,” Elvis’s low, magnetic voice responded.

Olive’s eyelashes fluttered. Elvis was here, personally invited by Molly! Since arriving in Greenland, Molly hadn’t acknowledged her, clearly indicating Olive held little significance. But Molly’s invitation to Elvis underscored his importance. Did Molly know something?

“Mr. Augustine, let’s go inside,” Molly suggested.

Olive swiftly opened a door and hid inside, just as she sensed the trio approaching. She quickly concealed herself under a coffee table. Elvis, Molly, and Clara entered.

“Mr. Augustine, please sit,” Molly said. “Clara will get you coffee.”

Clara, even in her mother’s presence, remained shy, gazing at Elvis before obediently making him coffee. Elvis, impeccably dressed in a black suit, started to sit, but then noticed a small white dress under the coffee table. Someone was hiding there!

He studied the hem of the dress, a playful glint in his eyes. Molly indicated a seat. “No need,” Elvis countered, settling onto the dark red sofa before the table.

Olive remained hidden. She didn’t want to be discovered, but Elvis had chosen to sit directly opposite. She looked up, her bright eyes meeting his.

Olive crouched by his leg, docile and soft, like a small puppy. Elvis gazed down at her with interest, like a master playfully teasing a servant. Olive was certain he’d seen her all along. She was crammed into a tight space, embarrassed, his long legs dangling before her, their proximity making her cheek brush against his trousers. She wanted to move, but couldn't.

Then Molly spoke, “Mr. Augustine, I’ve invited you to discuss your relationship with my daughter, Clara. You know Clara greatly admires you. It was love at first sight. She wishes to marry you. I’m curious about your feelings. Do you… like Clara?”

Clara, making coffee, shyly looked at her mother. “Mum,” she murmured, then looked expectantly at Elvis, awaiting his answer.

Olive’s heart pounded. Molly’s directness was unexpected. She could…marry Clara to Elvis. Olive looked up at Elvis, who met her gaze. Everyone waited for his response.