Chapter 583: How Would the Lord React?

Olive meowed involuntarily. Clara, hearing the sound, murmured, “I heard a cat meow, but it seems no one in the palace owns a cat, and this meow sounds…human.” She lowered her head, searching for a kitten. Elvis spoke calmly, his handsome face devoid of nervousness. "I like the sound of that cat. Princess Clara, please find this little kitten for me. I want to bring it home, alright?" His gaze, gentle and unwavering, rested on Clara’s face. Such gentleness from a man of his experience and power created an illusion of deep affection in Clara, who rarely received his attention. Seduced by his kindness, she readily agreed.

“Okay, I’ll find the cat for you. No matter who owns it, I’ll get it. President Augustine, please wait for me,” Clara said happily, departing.

Alone with Olive, Elvis remained still, clearly preventing her escape. “Elvis, let me out!” Olive demanded, her clear eyes fixed on him. He looked down, then cupped her face. “Princess Olive, I saved you; is this your thanks?” The irony stung; his earlier behavior had been anything but helpful.

“Okay, thank you, Elvis. Can you let me out now?”

He pinched her cheek, his eyes lingering on the three-petal flower on her forehead—a new addition since she’d left Imperial. Her beauty and demeanor had transformed; she was even more captivating. “A simple ‘thank you’ isn't sincere enough. Let’s try another way,” he mused, feigning thought. “How about you sit by my leg and meow like a kitten?”

Olive was incredulous. His change was startling. “I don’t want to!”

“Really? Then, another way to show your gratitude.”

Olive watched, confused, as he released her face, only to grasp his belt. Her eyes widened. “Elvis, don't!”

She compromised, meowing like a kitten. “Good girl,” he murmured, patting her head. Olive pushed him away, scrambling from the coffee table and hurrying from the room.

In the hallway, Sadie met her. “Princess, where were you? I was worried you’d be discovered.”

“It’s alright, let’s go back,” Olive replied, adjusting her dress.

As they prepared to leave, Molly and Luana approached. “Princess Olive! Molly, this is Princess Olive of Visionary, the future princess of Gold City,” Luana announced oddly.

Ignoring Luana, Olive focused on Molly, whom she met officially for the first time. Molly’s beauty was striking, a small bell adorning her waist. “You’re Princess Olive of Visionary?” Molly’s contemptuous glare betrayed her lack of respect. “Where’s your mother, Joyce? Why isn’t she here?”

Olive replied calmly, “She’ll be at the engagement banquet with King Liam in a few days. But Molly, are you really ready to meet my mother?” Leaning close, she whispered, “Aren’t you afraid your years of glory will vanish?” Logan’s infatuation with Joyce was no secret; her arrival would undoubtedly threaten Molly’s position.

Molly’s composure faltered. Elvis’s arrival interrupted the tension. His piercing gaze swept over Olive and Molly.

“Molly, I have something to attend to,” Olive murmured, swiftly departing, followed by Elvis.

Luana exclaimed angrily, “Molly, Olive is arrogant! She dares to threaten you!”

Molly watched Olive go, sneering, “Let her be arrogant for a few days. We’ll see how she acts at her engagement banquet with King Liam…” She turned to Luana’s pregnant belly, gently touching it. “Master adores this child. If Olive kills it at the engagement banquet, the lord will be furious. Murdering royal descendants is a capital crime,” Molly smiled, a chilling, venomous smile. “It’s time to use this to our advantage.” Luana and Molly were alike; Molly had chosen Luana for Logan, granting her access to royal wealth and power, even providing the pill that secured her pregnancy.