Chapter 636 Fighting for Her

Ten minutes later, the amazing pole dance ended. Olive's white skin was covered with a layer of fragrant sweat, like mist rolling over rose petals, making mouths water.

"Whoohoo!"

The audience cheered wildly.

Olive stood on stage, her beautiful, seductive eyes slowly circling the audience before settling on Elvis's tall, straight figure in a dark corner. She glanced at him, then quickly turned away and walked off stage amid applause.

"Oh my God."

The bosses watched from afar, amazed.

"I didn't expect this little girl to look so innocent, but she's incredibly hot and sexy in pole dancing."

"It's amazing! I can't take my eyes off her."

"But this young woman's standards are very high. You saw how she left, ignoring us completely."

"This young woman is truly fascinating."

Elvis's deep, narrow eyes also fell upon Olive's beautiful form. He knew she possessed a pure charm, a captivating style that captivated men, turning them upside down. Her standards were exceptionally high; even he couldn't capture her attention.

Clara angrily dug her nails into her palm. She'd originally planned to play tricks on Olive, but her pole dance had been a resounding success.

Just then, a boss exclaimed, "Look, some men are approaching her."

Elvis looked up to see a drunken, wealthy young man blocking Olive's path.

"Little beauty," the young man leered, "Your pole dancing was incredible. I'll give you a million dollars to do it again for me."

Olive wanted to leave; she had no desire to entertain these drunkards. But another drunk boss chimed in, "Little beauty, I'll pay you four million. Dinner's on me tonight."

"Who are you? This little beauty is mine! I'll pay seven million for her company for one night."

"First come, first served. You dare compete with me for a woman? Want to fight?"

Both the young man and the boss were drunk, their eyes fixed solely on Olive. They began to quarrel.

Clara watched, consumed by jealousy. Despite her dislike of Olive's beauty, the audience's attention remained riveted on Olive.

Clara turned to Elvis, saying, "I told you. My little girl is very attractive. Look, those two men are fighting over her."

Elvis pursed his lips, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Olive with a sinister intensity.

"Little beauty, come with me!"

"Little beauty, you're mine!"

The young man and the boss simultaneously grabbed Olive's slender wrists. Her delicate skin reddened instantly, and she frowned.

The young man pointed at the boss, cursing, "Let go!"

"You're the one who should let go!"

The young man punched the boss. A fight erupted, pushing Olive aside. She stumbled, teetering on the verge of falling, when a strong arm reached out, embracing her slim waist. She fell into a strong, warm embrace.

Who was it?

Olive looked up; Elvis's handsome face met hers with intensity.

Elvis was here!

Olive's pupils dilated. He'd actually come!

The young man and the boss, already enraged by the competition, were furious to see someone else taking Olive away. They raised their fists at Elvis, yelling, "Let go of that little beauty, or you'll regret it!"

Olive's heart pounded. She cried out, "Be careful!"

Elvis, holding Olive close, swiftly grabbed the young man's wrist, twisting it forcefully, and then kicked the boss in the groin, knocking both men down with sharp, efficient movements.

The two men howled in pain. "Help! Kill him! We'll reward you handsomely!"

The private yacht was filled with celebrities. The drunk young man and boss, unaware of Elvis's identity, had numerous bodyguards. Suddenly, several bodyguards rushed forward, grabbing wine bottles, and lunged at Elvis.

Olive's eyes narrowed. She grabbed Elvis's sleeve, worry etched on her face. "Mr. Augustine, we're done for. You've made enemies of them!"

Elvis pulled her aside, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "Stay back!"

The bodyguards attacked, but Elvis fought back with remarkable skill and strength. Olive had never seen him fight before; his movements were so fluid and powerful that his opponents were overwhelmed. If she were younger, she might have squealed at his handsome ferocity.

The scene descended into chaos. Beer bottles shattered, and people fled. Clara watched in astonishment as the world's richest man fought for a woman. She had seen his handsome coolness before, but never his fighting spirit ignited for another.

North arrived, startled by the chaos, and rushed to find Olive. A red-eyed bodyguard threw a wine bottle at North's head. Just as it was about to hit, Raven’s hand shot out, pulling her into his lap.

She looked up to see Raven. His expression remained unchanged, exuding gentle elegance, yet his black eyes were cold and emotionless. He looked at the bodyguard and calmly asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

The bodyguard, terrified by Raven's powerful aura, trembled. "I'm sorry."

The bodyguard then smashed the beer bottle on his own head.

Raven watched the blood flow, calmly took out his phone, and ordered, "Close all cabin doors. Deal with anyone who dares to cause trouble here."