Chapter 623: Real and Fake Olive

Molly admired Olive’s composure. No matter the unexpected situation, Olive remained calm and unflappable. Since Olive remained silent, Molly continued, “Changing your face means that from now on, you’ll become Clara, and Clara will become you!”

Olive sneered. Clara had relentlessly pursued Elvis. At that moment, Sadie weakly whispered, “Princess… Princess, leave me alone… don’t listen to her. You still have a big plan to revive Visionary. You must prioritize that… I don’t want to die!” Olive looked at Sadie and said, “Sadie, I’ve always considered you my sister, so I will definitely save you. If I can’t even save my sister, relatives, and family, how can I save the country?”

Sadie’s eyes welled up. “Princess…”

Olive’s bright eyes focused on Molly. “Okay, I’ll comply. But if you’re smart, you’ll know Sadie is your biggest bargaining chip. You must ensure her safety—not a hair on her head must be harmed!”

“She’ll be safe,” Molly assured.

Olive’s tone shifted. “But, Molly, if you let Clara become me, aren’t you afraid Elvis will notice? He’s no ordinary man. Aren’t you afraid he’ll see through the deception?”

Molly produced something from her handbag. “The princess of Visionary has nothing to fear. What do you think this is?” She held up a demon bell.

The bell chimed gently, emitting a clear, pleasant sound. Its allure was almost paralyzing.

“Princess Olive, you know our ancestors’ story. They once cast a spell on Greenland, controlling its monarchs. Do you think Elvis will notice Clara isn’t you, as long as she wears this bell?”

Olive trembled. Joyce had mentioned this some time ago, asking if she was afraid—afraid Elvis would fall prey to the mermen’s allure. She hadn’t had an answer then.

After a pause, Olive raised her head. “Molly, do you dare bet with me that Elvis will expose Clara’s deceit, that he can break your mermen’s curse?”

Molly stiffened. Olive’s eyes sparkled.

“Sadie is my sister, and I will save her. But Clara wants to replace me, just to be with Elvis. That’s a vile dream. I’m betting everything on Elvis.”

Molly felt a pang of guilt. She should win this, but Olive had gambled everything on Elvis. She chose to believe in him. If she were to lose everything, she believed Elvis would soon win the world for her. He wouldn't let her lose!

Molly felt ridiculous. Older than Olive and having successfully manipulated the Lord, she’d lost to Olive’s aura in several encounters. Her competitive spirit ignited. She didn’t believe Olive could win this time.

“Princess Olive, you really want to bet? I’m afraid you’ll lose badly.”

“I won’t lose. You are the one destined to lose badly!” Olive declared with absolute certainty.

Clara emerged, glaring at Olive. “Okay, Olive, let’s bet. I’ll replace you bit by bit, and you’ll watch as Elvis and I become affectionate. You’ll wear a leather mask, disguised as Sadie, and follow me.”

Clara would become Olive; Olive would become Sadie, her attendant. Clara knew jealousy well—like ants gnawing at her heart. She’d had enough, and now Olive would experience it too. The torment she’d endured would be doubled back.

Molly thought the plan brilliant. The dignified Princess Olive becoming a servant girl, subservient to her daughter—it was amusing.

“Olive, it’s settled. Sadie is in our hands. Don’t play any tricks, or Sadie will suffer,” Molly threatened.

Olive pursed her lips. “Okay, I’ll do as you say.”

Molly turned to Clara. “Clara, you are now Olive. Elvis is waiting. Go in.”

Her eyes held a suggestive ambiguity.

Clara donned a human skin mask, transforming into Olive. Years of imitation had honed her demeanor.

“Olive, I’m going in now. You mocked me earlier, trying to stop me from being with Elvis. Unfortunately, he’s destined to be mine!” She glided towards the wooden house.

Olive stood silently, remembering her conversation with Elvis. An accident had occurred; a fake Olive had emerged.

“Olive, put on this leather mask and take this medicine. It will silence you.”

Olive’s voice, clear and sweet, was easily identifiable. She had no objection, no choice. She swallowed the pill.

Inside the hut, Elvis had just removed his shirt when the door creaked open. He looked up. Olive entered. She had arrived on schedule.