Chapter 622 Face Change!

Clara screamed, shocked and incredulous. She glared at the person who had poured water on her, never expecting Olive to appear so swiftly and drench her with cold water. Olive stood by the door, a wooden barrel in her hand.

After the water splashed Clara, Olive covered her red lips, gasping, “Oh, my god!” Then, in a panic, she covered her eyes. “Tiffany, I didn’t see anything! I definitely didn’t see you taking off your clothes and hugging a man. Excuse me, please continue!” Olive turned and fled.

Clara was furiously dumbfounded. “Help! Somebody, help!” she cried, wanting to summon her maid to reprimand Olive. But Olive had already rushed outside, attracting a crowd. Concerned, people asked, “Miss Hart, what happened?”

Panic-stricken, Olive replied, almost in tears, “It’s on fire! Clara’s room is on fire!”

On fire?

Everyone grabbed buckets and rushed to Clara’s room with water. Clara, furious, longed to punish Olive, who watched the commotion from outside before leaving.

Soon, steady footsteps approached, and her slender wrist was seized. Elvis had arrived. He pressed her into a dark corner. Though he skillfully dodged her rush, his black clothes and pants were soaked, clinging to his tall, straight frame. Water still dripped from him.

Olive smiled, her red lips and white teeth visible. Elvis rested a large hand on the wall beside her head.

“It’s her, not me. Why are you throwing water on me?” Elvis asked, unhappy.

In the dim light, Olive blinked. “You like her, don’t you?”

“Huh?” Elvis chuckled deeply. “Olive, admit it—you’re jealous!”

Olive looked up. “Elvis, what you told me last time…was it true or false?”

Elvis leaned closer, brushing her red lips with his fingers. “Why are you asking again?” he asked with a smile.

Olive pressed her hands against his chest. “Last time, you said those women over the past three years were all fake, rumors. Are you lying to me?”

“You really want to know the truth?”

“Yes,” Olive nodded.

Elvis feigned thought. “Why should I tell you? It’s fine if you want to know, but you have to show your interest.”

“How?”

“Tonight, let’s sleep together, and I’ll tell you.”

“No,” Olive vehemently refused.

Elvis cupped her chin with slender fingers. “Olive, are you really not interested in what happened in my life these past three years? I can’t force you. Think carefully.”

With that, Elvis left.

Olive glared at his handsome back. She was intensely curious about those three years apart. Initially, she assumed romantic relationships; she believed reconciliation was impossible.

But his statement about the women being fake made her heart leap—a glimmer of hope emerged. She needed the truth.

Olive hesitated before deciding to find him. She wanted answers, and she needed to tell him about Levi, Nathan, and Ivy. He was their father and deserved to know. Levi and Ivy were growing up, Ivy especially longing for her father’s presence. A father’s love was irreplaceable; she wanted her children to have their father in their lives. Olive had much to tell Elvis, especially about their children and the past three years.

Taking a deep breath, Olive approached the hut. Then, a familiar voice called, “Her Royal Highness.”

Olive paused and turned. She saw Sadie, her female official.

But another person stood beside Sadie: Aunt Davina, who had kidnapped Sadie.

Olive’s eyes turned cold. Stepping forward, she smirked. “Aunt Davina…or should I call you Molly?”

Molly looked surprised, not expecting Olive to know her identity. “Hala, what a princess of Visionary. Never disappoints,” Molly replied, chuckling slyly.

Sadie said anxiously, “Her Royal Highness, our people have arrived, but Molly caught me. Princess, don’t worry about me, don’t be threatened by Molly…ah!”

Before finishing, she screamed in pain. Olive saw a black, poisonous gas clinging to Sadie’s face. Sadie had been poisoned.

“Molly, what did you do to Sadie?”

Molly smiled sinisterly. “Nothing, except poison her. It won’t kill her immediately, but she needs an antidote daily. Otherwise, her face, skin…every inch of her flesh and blood will fester, corrode, and turn to a pool of blood.”

A sinister poison.

Olive’s face hardened. She glared. “Tell me, Molly, what do you want?”

“Simple. Change your face.” Molly said.

Olive frowned, silently waiting for Molly’s next words.