Chapter 621 Don’t Leave, I’m So Scared
Tiffany’s teasing words prompted a smirk from Olive, who had already discerned Tiffany’s true intentions. Olive then saw Elvis emerge, apparently unaware of their conversation, leaving her feeling slightly guilty.
“Elvis,” Tiffany called, smiling charmingly. “You’re here just in time. Olive just said some… unusual things I don’t understand. She said you lack money and power, but are handsome and well-built, and could provide a good nightlife. Elvis, what did she mean?” She batted her large, playful eyes, feigning naiveté.
Elvis pursed his lips, his gaze settling on Olive’s face. “Did you tell her that?”
Olive glanced at Tiffany. “Yes. What? Am I wrong?”
Elvis looked at Olive, noticing the playful intelligence flashing in Tiffany’s eyes, a deliberate attempt to tease him. He thought to himself that thousands of girls seemed to share the same soul, Tiffany being no different in her boldness to seduce him.
He shook his head slowly, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Olive felt it was a malicious smile. “You two continue; I have something to do,” she said, excusing herself.
Elvis’s gaze followed Olive’s retreating figure. Tiffany observed this, seeing the intimate longing in his eyes as they lingered on Olive. Jealousy clenched her fists. “Elvis, I…”
History repeated itself; Elvis showed no interest, turning and leaving. Tiffany watched him go, admiring his height, handsomeness, and undeniable attractiveness even in simple black clothing. She recognized that a man's temperament—a blend of power, money, and status—surpassed mere good looks, and she sensed a powerful, understated aura about him. Yet, once again, he left her feeling humiliated.
With a cold snort, Tiffany walked away. In a dark corner, she encountered Aunt Davina.
“Mother,” Tiffany said, quickly removing a delicate human-skin mask to reveal her true face: Clara. Aunt Davina was revealed as Molly. Imprisoned in the royal family’s cold palace, Molly had escaped and brought Clara to Elvis and Olive, patiently waiting for the right moment.
Molly’s face was grim, her anxiety evident from a string of failures. “How did it go, Clara? Did Elvis allow you near him?”
Clara shook her head. “No, Mother. As long as Olive’s present, his eyes only see her. It’s as if he’s blind to other women.”
“We can’t wait. Their rescuers are approaching. We mustn't miss this chance. It won't come again.”
Clara showed her determination. “Elvis has the blood of a child, pure and powerful. He will rule the world, and I will be his queen!”
Molly nodded. “Then our mermen will flourish like Greenland, and Visionary will be eradicated!” The mermen’s power had long infiltrated Greenland, their women favored wives of Greenland’s monarchs. They knew Elvis held the blood of a child. From the moment he appeared, Molly and Clara had targeted him, determined to win him.
Clara returned to her room and instructed a maid, “Prepare hot water. I want a bath.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Wait. Go to the Hart family and tell Elvis I need to speak with him late tonight. It’s important.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The maid left.
Clara removed her short suspender skirt behind a screen, revealing fair, smooth skin and a graceful figure. She deliberately lowered the straps, emphasizing her seductive appearance. No man would resist, yet Elvis’s gaze remained fixed on Olive. She refused to believe she couldn’t win him.
Footsteps sounded. “Miss, Sir Elvis is here,” the maid announced.
Clara turned, seeing Elvis’s imposing figure. “Leave us,” she told the maid, who promptly departed.
“Elvis, why are you standing there? Come in. I have something to say.”
Elvis looked at the alluring figure behind the screen. “I’m leaving,” he said, turning to go.
Clara was stunned. He’d come after she summoned him, and she couldn’t let him leave. “Ah! Fire!” she screamed, rushing out to embrace him from behind.
He stopped. She pressed her face against his back, admitting to herself she truly liked him; not just his pure blood, but the charisma he exuded. “Elvis, don’t leave. I’m so afraid…”
Before she could finish, a voice called, “Fire? Where’s the fire? Don’t be afraid, I’m here!” A bucket of water drenched Clara, her heart breaking as cold water poured over her.