Chapter 639: Elvis’s Old and New Lovers

Clara felt an unprecedented sense of disappointment. She was, after all, the most beautiful and noble princess in Greenland; many men desired her, and she’d never doubted her attractiveness. Yet, Elvis showed no desire for her. The room was heavy with silence and sadness. Elvis smoked a cigarette, his frown etched deep behind the smoke, cold and displeased. The changes in his body were undeniable, beyond his control. He'd been consumed by desire for the little maid, his body burning with passion. How could he be unresponsive to Clara? She was his beloved Olive, yet something was amiss. Even when she'd pushed him earlier, he'd wanted to yield, although he still refused to admit he'd been seduced by the maidservant. Perhaps his prolonged absence from Olive had bred loneliness, explaining his lack of response, his allowing her to unbuckle his belt. Now, he had to confront the truth: he was no longer attracted to Clara; the little maid, her clear eyes and breath, had captivated him.

“Elvis, you…” Clara stammered, panic rising as she felt herself about to be abandoned.

Elvis flicked the ash into the ashtray, turned, and quietly said, “Go out.”

Olive returned to the dressing room; upon exiting, she found Elvis's door ajar. Clara emerged. Olive faltered, her gaze meeting Clara's, and vice versa. Clara felt an urge to obliterate Olive. Despite her ordinary appearance, Olive possessed a captivating allure for Elvis, making his heart flutter.

A tall, handsome figure appeared—Elvis.

“Mr. Augustine,” Clara quickly embraced his arm, murmuring, “I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” Elvis looked up and saw Olive. Their eyes met. He gently averted his gaze, nodding to Clara, “Okay.” They left, leaving Olive standing alone, her lashes lowered.

Clara, seemingly remembering Olive, barked, “Little girl, why are you lingering? Follow me!” Her tone was sharp, treating Olive as a mere maid. Olive followed.

The three arrived at an elegant restaurant. A beautiful woman approached, saying, “Hello, Mr. Augustine. Long time no see.”

Olive recognized her instantly: Everly, Elvis’s former mistress, daughter of an oil tycoon. North had shown Olive newspaper clippings of Elvis and Everly entering a hotel together upon her return from Visionary. She hadn't expected to encounter Everly here. This was a gathering of Elvis's old and new lovers.

Clara, unaware of Elvis’s past relationships, eyed Everly curiously. “Who are you?” Her dislike of beautiful women was evident.

Everly smiled, taking Elvis’s other arm. “President Augustine, tell her who I am.”

Both women clung to Elvis's arms, a dramatic scene unfolding. Clara’s anger flared. Olive was one thing, but this new arrival, completely ignoring her, was unacceptable. “Elvis, who is she? What whore is seducing you?”

“Tsk tsk,” Everly said, addressing Elvis. “President Augustine, this is the woman you’ll never forget? I was curious about the woman who stole your heart, but upon meeting her… I was surprised. Your taste… is questionable, Mr. Augustine.”

Elvis, expressionless, pulled his arm away. “Miss Everly, are you finished?”

Everly feigned heartbreak. “Mr. Augustine, you’re as heartless as ever. I’m your ex-girlfriend, after all.”

Clara finally understood. Everly was merely one of the women Elvis had dated and discarded. “Why are you still bothering him? No matter how much you annoy Elvis, you have no place here.”

Everly retorted, “Why are you so shameless? I merely wanted to see the woman Elvis has been obsessed with for three years.” She found Clara superficially charming but considered her manner uncouth.

Elvis pressed his lips together. “Don’t you want to eat? Let’s sit down.”

Clara smiled sweetly. Elvis seated her by the window. Everly, with a cold snort, left.

Turning to Olive, Clara commanded, “Little girl, are you blind? Serve me dinner!”

Olive complied. Clara pointed at the buffet. “I want fruit. Now.” Olive silently fetched the fruit. More demands followed: dessert, then a steak. Olive ran tirelessly, yet Clara showed no sign of stopping.

Elvis looked at Olive, standing quietly but with impeccable posture. Her calm demeanor was striking.