Chapter 633 You Bullied Her.

Clara’s face was pale, as if electrocuted. She stared at Elvis in a daze. Moments ago, Elvis had assured her she could wear anything she wanted; now, he criticized her choice as being too small. As expected, a man’s words are often deceptive!

Elvis ignored Clara. The atmosphere grew awkward. Raven glanced back indifferently, pulled out his phone, and went online. He immediately saw North’s post—a photo of her and Olive on the deck, already trending.

“Oh, my god, North is wearing a bikini!” “Who’s the beauty beside North? That figure is fire!” “Wow, that lady beside North is so beautiful!” The comments flooded in.

Raven quickly stowed his phone and walked out, calling to Elvis, “Come out.”

Elvis and Raven left; Clara, unsure what was happening, followed. “Raven, why did you call us out?” Her question trailed off as she saw Olive and North on the deck.

Clara’s pupils constricted; displeasure etched itself onto her face. Olive wore the same yellow bikini. If Clara’s tenderness was feigned, Olive’s was genuine. The bikini perfectly showcased Olive’s figure, her long, silken hair flowing in the wind.

Although Clara intensely disliked Olive, since her face change, she’d found pleasure in seeing the stunning face in the mirror each morning. She genuinely admired Olive’s looks. But now, a problem struck her: while her face was altered, her body remained unchanged. Clara realized the artificial could never truly replace the real.

She looked at Elvis, noticing his gaze fixed on Olive. His deep pupils narrowed slightly; his thin lips pursed.

Olive and North were surrounded by several young men; one openly stared at Olive. She responded politely. The strong deck wind whipped her hair, framing her face beautifully.

Clara, consumed by jealousy and resentment, said softly, “Wow, Sadie’s figure is truly beautiful. North was right; the bikini suits her.” She tugged Elvis. “I asked you to introduce her to wealthy people, but it seems unnecessary now. Men are already swarming around her. It’s a pity her face isn’t beautiful enough; otherwise, more would be captivated.”

Clara relentlessly criticized Olive, focusing on her face for Elvis’s benefit. Olive, sensing the criticism, turned.

Elvis saw Olive—Sadie's face was indeed less striking. Yet, Olive’s figure compensated for this flaw. Elvis found it hard to look away; a gloom settled over his handsome face, realizing Sadie was more attractive to him—too sexy to resist.

He disliked this external control over his emotions. He loved Olive. Why this sudden interest in Sadie? It felt alien.

Olive saw Elvis’s cold, unpleasant expression. Since she'd entered his room that night to administer his medicine, his treatment had been unkind. He must hate her. Clara’s machinations seemed effective. He did hate her.

North, seeing Elvis and Clara, pulled Olive closer. “Mr. Augustine, Olive, isn’t Sadie lovely in a bikini?”

Elvis, noting the men still gazing at Olive, pursed his lips. “It’s not attractive; it’s ugly!”

Olive’s face paled. She remembered Elvis as a gentleman. Her slender fingers curled; she said, “I’ll go to my room.” She left.

North watched Olive go, then turned to Elvis. “CEO Augustine, you bullied that girl, and she cried.”

Elvis remained silent.

“Usually, a man bullies a girl because he likes her…” North teased.

Elvis’s eyes flickered; Clara’s expression shifted. “I’m sorry, Olive, I was joking. Don’t mind it,” North quickly covered her mouth, feigning innocence.

Clara fumed, but North was her best friend, so she couldn’t be angry. North then noticed Raven, who’d been quiet. “Hello, Raven, what a coincidence,” she said calmly.

Raven didn’t reply. Their interactions had dwindled to a simple “Hello.”