Chapter 598

Next time, don’t go out and seduce men.

Olive was unaware of the commotion outside. She approached the bathroom door, raised her hand, and knocked. A deep, magnetic voice responded, “Come in.” Olive placed her thin white hand on the doorknob and opened the door. Elvis, tall and handsome, stood before the sink, his slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt. Two buttons were undone, revealing his sexy collarbone. Olive glanced at it, quickly looked away, coughed, and said, “Mr. Augustine, it’s not a good idea for you to sleep here tonight, is it?”

Elvis glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her slender figure stood in the doorway, her small face tilted as if avoiding his gaze, yet he saw half her face—beautiful and gentle. From this angle, her petite face was unnaturally flushed. She had come to dismiss him.

“Is there something wrong with me sleeping here?” he asked, knowing the reason perfectly well.

“Mr. Augustine, do you think it’s appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to be in the same room?”

“Oh, are you afraid… I will sleep with you?”

Was she afraid he would sleep with her? Hearing this, Olive quickly turned to face him, blushing as she raised her eyelids. “Mr. Augustine, don’t tell me you don’t want to sleep with me?”

Elvis continued to unbutton his shirt slowly. “Yes, but I don’t like forcing anyone. Even if I want to, I want you to willingly sleep with me.”

“Ha ha,” Olive smiled, pursing her red lips. “It’s always good to have a dream, Mr. Augustine. Just wait.” Yes, she was arrogant. She was his little cat.

“Olive, I dealt with that woman outside for you. I can be considered your benefactor. Is this how you treat your benefactor?”

“President Augustine, even without you, I would have handled it myself.” Her voice, silken and soft, held a clarity that, along with her intelligent composure, made her even more alluring.

Elvis looked at her. “Is what that woman said true?”

“What?”

“Did you seduce her husband?”

“No…”

“Oh,” Elvis half-smiled, removing his white shirt. “Do you like to seduce men?”

Olive frowned, sensing a hint of vanity in his deep voice.

“Or is it… you appear innocent, but deep down… you’re… flirty?”

Olive’s hands, which had hung at her sides, clenched into fists. Though the woman had made the accusation, his repeated questioning was mortifying.

“Elvis, you…” Before she could finish, her eyes widened. The man threw his discarded white shirt over her head. The thin material still held the warmth of his body, and his clean, masculine scent filled her senses, making her face flush. He’d actually thrown his shirt over her head.

Olive quickly pulled the shirt down, her bright eyes fixed on him. “Elvis, what are you doing?”

Elvis observed her loose hair and clear, watery eyes. She was as charming as ever. It felt like a cat’s claw scratching his heart. He slowly pursed his lips. “Next time, if you go out flirting with men, the punishment won’t be easy.”

What a madman! Olive felt the need to explain. “Elvis, you met Mr. Mahone this afternoon, and I never spoke to him. How could I seduce him?”

Elvis, of course, knew about Mr. Mahone. She hadn’t seduced him, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. While she was taking pictures, he'd been captivated by her. Elvis felt she had been deliberately charming him. Three years later, she wouldn't need to lift a finger; men would become her servants.

He stretched his thumb and forefinger to his metal belt buckle, glancing at her with his long, narrow eyes. “Get out!”

What? This was her room! Why was he giving her orders like a boss?

“Elvis!”

“Aren’t you going out?” Elvis raised a handsome eyebrow, his narrowed eyes displaying a mature man's confidence. “I know you want to look at me, so I’ll give you a good view for now!” With that, he clicked the belt buckle, removing it from his waist.

“Ah,” Olive gasped, quickly fleeing the room. The bathroom door slammed shut behind her, followed by Elvis’ deep laughter. He was laughing at her! Olive covered her face; her cheeks burned. She’d intended to get rid of him, only to find herself the subject of his teasing.

Elvis took a cold shower and emerged, wearing a white hotel bathrobe, his short, wet hair falling onto his forehead. Olive was gone, having gone to the restaurant for a drink. Just then, his cell phone rang. He clicked on the notification and saw the night's breaking news. Major entertainment weeklies in Greenland were working overtime to publish the story! He clicked a link to see that Clara's sex scandal had crashed Facebook and other major browsers. Simultaneously, a video appeared online of Clara directing bodyguards in black to confiscate phones and arrest the fat woman, her expression sinister. The video had caused a sensation in Greenland, keeping everyone up all night. Comments flooded the internet: "Is that really our revered Princess Clara?" "Yes, it is her. Our precious Princess Clara slept with a married man. Mr. Mahone is our groom!" "Yes, it is her. Our delicate, lovely, and innocent Princess Clara. She gave us a shocking transformation. Look at that sinister expression. Be careful clicking—it might scare children!" Online, Clara’s vicious expression had become the subject of memes and animations. Her carefully constructed image had been completely shattered, revealing her cruel and wicked side. Of course, the sex video of Clara and Mr. Mahone spread instantly. “Wow, Princess Clara has a hot body.” “It seems her bed skills are top-notch.” “Princess Clara, please look at me; how about I become your groom? Hehe.”