Chapter 635 Olive dancing on stage

“But still,” Clara added, “My little girl has very high standards, and she’s not one to easily follow a man. It depends on your ability. Who is stronger can bring the beauty home.”

Clara's words subtly revealed Olive's preference for wealthy men. These bosses, emboldened, immediately grabbed Olive’s slender arm, pulling her down to sit beside them.

“Little beauty, follow me. Stop being a servant. Serve me well, and I’ll take you out for delicious food and drinks.”

“Hey you, you can’t deceive this little beauty. If your wife finds out you’re looking for another woman, she’ll destroy her. Little beauty, you should follow me.”

“Little beauty, you’re stunning. With practice, I’ll make you a star. I’m a director; I can give you the lead role in a movie and make you famous.”

The bosses reached out to touch Olive’s hand, but she deftly avoided them. A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she sharply glared at them. They froze, momentarily stunned by her gaze.

They felt ridiculous. Rich, powerful, and prestigious, how could they be intimidated by a mere maid?

The atmosphere grew awkward. Then, a boss said, “Little girl, how about a game?”

“What game?” Clara asked curiously.

“Little maid, you’re so hot, come on stage and entertain us!”

The bosses wanted Olive to pole dance. Olive remained motionless, showing no intention of complying.

“Boss, my maid doesn’t want to dance. Let’s give her a choice,” Clara offered cheerfully.

The bosses devised a game. “Okay, if she doesn’t pole dance, she’ll pick one of us to kiss, hahaha!”

Clara found the game amusing. “But with so many of you, she’ll offend someone no matter what. Who should she choose?”

“Easy. Let’s spin the beer bottle.”

A boss, clearly experienced in such games, produced a beer bottle and spun it on the table. Everyone watched with bated breath.

The bottle slowly stopped, its neck pointing at…Elvis!

Elvis, seated on the sofa, smoking a cigar, remained impassive. He simply placed his hand on the ashtray, then leaned back, his beautiful eyes gently lifting to meet Olive’s gaze.

“Oops…” Everyone exhaled smoke, surprised by the outcome.

“Mr. Augustine seems to have a certain… magnetism,” someone remarked.

“Let’s stick to the rules. Little girl, you’re lucky. Two choices: pole dance or kiss Mr. Augustine.”

“She’ll definitely choose Mr. Augustine. A rare opportunity, though I wonder if he’ll reject her.”

Olive had two unappealing choices. Without careful maneuvering, escape seemed impossible.

Olive raised her clear eyes to Elvis. Through the smoke, his narrowed eyes met hers, cold and condescending. Their recent breakup, marked by her slap, hung heavy in the air.

Olive looked away, then rose and walked onto the stage. She chose to pole dance.

The bosses were astounded. They hadn’t expected Olive to forgo Elvis, the world’s number one tycoon, readily available before her.

The bosses watched her leave, a flicker of admiration in their eyes. She was audacious!

Elvis extinguished his cigar, his eyes dark and dangerous. She hadn't chosen him. She’d rather pole dance! This woman deserved to die.

Clara, despite orchestrating the situation, hadn’t anticipated the bottle landing on Elvis. Seeing Olive’s decision, she quickly grabbed Elvis’ arm, smiling. “Looks like this little girl still loves to dance.”

Hot music blared from the DJ. Elvis raised his eyebrows, watching Olive from the stage. Gracefully, she swept back her long black hair, beginning her routine.

Starting with a short dance, she moved to the steel pole, her slender body effortlessly leaping and twirling. She was a captivating flower, swaying gracefully around the pole.

The room erupted. Men stood, whistling and cheering.

“Little beauty, look here!”

“Little beauty, those heels! Can I kiss you?”

“Little beauty, one dance, and I’ll go bankrupt tonight!”

The men shouted, their excitement palpable.

Elvis watched the captivating red figure. Olive, a former dancer, was graceful and alluring. Her movements were breathtaking, the short red dress accentuating her form. Her beauty, amplified by the lights, was hypnotic. She commanded the room.

Elvis's already foul mood deepened. Cold hostility radiated from him.