Chapter 632: A New Sister

Olive raised her eyes and looked at North, who had unexpectedly appeared on the private yacht, standing so close. Could North already know she was the real Olive? But how? Who told her?

North’s watery eyes regarded Olive as if she were a benevolent godmother. Nathan? Could he have notified North, prompting this visit? It seemed Nathan had recognized her that night at the villa. Olive’s heart warmed. It was her son, her own son!

A sense of calm washed over Olive. Her fear that Clara might harm her children now seemed unwarranted. When she was in danger, her children were already capable of protecting themselves.

Olive pursed her lips, then glanced at the bikinis and shook her head.

North pushed Olive in front of the mirror. “Look at yourself. Don’t you feel like you’re letting all this go to waste if you don’t wear a bikini? Besides, you’re only in your twenties. Do you plan to wear one when you’re ninety?”

Olive couldn’t argue. North, the queen of fashion and aesthetic authority, possessed an unparalleled ability to persuade.

North selected a bikini and thrust it into Olive’s arms. “Wear this; change quickly!”

Olive and North both donned bikinis, adding a layer of sunscreen. Half an hour later, they ventured outside the cabin.

The sea breeze was cool and refreshing. Many women in bikinis were enjoying the deck, posing for photos, sipping champagne, and chatting. It was idyllic.

North and Olive's arrival created a stir.

“Look, it’s North!”

“Wow, seeing North in a bikini is a treat!”

“Who’s that beauty with North? She’s stunning.”

North had chosen a light yellow bikini for Olive—simple, elegant, and perfectly suited to her. North herself wore a floral bikini; the spoiled eldest daughter of Raven, she exuded a soft, delicate charm, instantly drawing attention wherever she went.

Both wore matching tulle capes, ensuring modesty. North, accustomed to the attention, pulled Olive forward. “Olive, let’s take a picture here. I want to post it.”

North took out her phone, and they both pouted for the camera. North posted the pictures. A group of young men approached. “Beauty North, what a coincidence! Who is this beauty beside you?”

Elvis’s brother, Raven, was also on the yacht, chatting with businessmen, a glass of red wine in hand. They greeted him warmly; he took a sip with nonchalant grace. Beside him stood Bellezza Moon, an eighteen-year-old beauty, shy and reserved, clinging to Raven like a younger North.

“Raven,” Bellezza called softly.

Raven remained indifferent, ignoring her. Then Elvis arrived, handing his suit to a waiter, his black shirt and trousers highlighting his handsome, sophisticated appearance. He joined Raven. The two men, side-by-side, were a captivating sight.

Raven looked at Bellezza dismissively. “Go back to your room.”

“Okay, goodbye, Raven,” Bellezza replied, obediently departing.

Elvis looked at Raven. “Is that Bellezza, your new girl?”

“My mother insisted,” Raven replied.

“Your mother’s resourceful. Seeing your heart belonged to North, she found a ‘suitable’ girl and thrust her upon you. She’s trying her best to break you two up.”

Raven swallowed his red wine. “Didn’t North cause any trouble?”

Raven glanced at Elvis. Both men, impeccably dressed, were undeniably handsome.

“No trouble. She hasn’t paid attention to me for a long time.”

“I sympathize,” Elvis muttered.

A delicate voice interrupted. “Elvis, I’m here.”

Elvis turned to see Clara, already in a bikini. Women craved compliments, especially from men they desired. Clara’s bikini was intended to impress Elvis.

Coincidentally, Clara and Olive had chosen the same color.

Elvis glanced at Clara, then frowned. “That dress isn’t suitable. It’s too small, more like something for a little girl.”

Clara froze, awaiting his judgment. While possessing Olive’s striking features, young and beautiful, the yellow bikini didn’t flatter her. To Elvis’s refined taste, it was simply unremarkable.