Chapter 690 Wipe my pants
Olive looked up and saw Elvis and Clara walking ahead. Elvis, tall and straight in his hand-crafted black suit, commanded attention with an innate regal aura. Clara, in a long dress, linked her arm through his, and the pair departed the hotel.
“Nathan, I still have some work to do. Go home first. I’ll play with you later,” Olive said, patting Nathan’s head.
Nathan nodded obediently. “Okay, I’ll go home first.”
The Augustine family’s car arrived, and he left. Watching him go, Olive finally relaxed. Her focus returned to Clara, still flaunting her presence. The charade of the real and fake Olive was over. She stood gracefully in the autumn wind, her clear gaze fixed on Clara.
Clara, feeling Olive’s scrutiny, met her bright eyes. Olive’s expression was nonchalant. The wind flowed around her, and despite lacking elaborate attire, she possessed a delicate beauty, radiant as a jewel. They say beautiful women are scary, and those with both beauty and temperament are scariest of all—Olive was precisely that type.
Acutely aware of the chasm between them, Clara, remembering their shared bedsheets from the previous night, lifted her chin. “Good morning, little girl.”
“Good morning,” Olive replied lightly, then looked at Elvis.
His gaze, cold and distant, was like that of a stranger. One night had transformed him.
As Elvis and Clara left, Olive watched him go. A deep gaze settled on her. She turned to find Peterson, with a subordinate behind him. The subordinate, whose face was unfamiliar, possessed a pair of intensely familiar, deep-set eyes. Before she could study him further, Peterson urged his subordinate, “Alex, hurry up.”
Alex. Olive registered the name. Clara, impatient, called out, “Little maid, what are you doing? Get in the car!”
The Rolls-Royce stopped. Elvis and Clara entered, and Olive quickly followed.
Inside, Elvis and Clara sat together, Clara practically clinging to him. Elvis remained indifferent, avoiding eye contact with Olive, who remained silent, though she felt a persistent gaze upon her.
“Little maid, bring me some water,” Clara commanded.
The car’s back seats held several water bottles. Olive retrieved one, then turned. As she returned, the car swerved, throwing her off balance. Her slender body tilted, landing directly in a man’s lap.
“Sorry…” she murmured.
The water bottle shattered, spilling water onto the man's pants. Looking up, she saw Alex. He wore a cap, a casual black shirt, and dark trousers, maintaining an unassuming presence. Now, Olive sat ambiguously in his lap.
“Sorry, I’ll clean it when we get out,” she said, attempting to rise.
A hand clamped around her waist. “Wipe my pants,” a deep voice commanded.
Olive’s eyelashes trembled; her suspicions were confirmed.
“Even if I clean them, you can’t wear them. I’ll get you new ones when we arrive.”
“I don’t want new pants. I want you to clean them, understand?”
The stain was in a sensitive area; it was deliberate. Olive wiped the pants. From the corner of her eye, she saw Alex swallow, a distinct line appearing on his trousers. Her ears flushed crimson. She slapped the tissue onto his face.
He merely smiled. “Why hit me?”
“I seem to have seen an old friend,” Olive replied, her eyes bright.
“Which old friend?”
“An old friend… with plenty of money and weapons.”
Alex’s eyes, narrowed beneath his cap, held a cold allure. “Do you miss him?”
Clara entered, witnessing the scene—Olive on Alex's lap, the air thick with tension.
“Little girl, now that Elvis prefers me, are you trying to seduce a lowly subordinate?” Clara sneered.
Olive thought Clara needed a significant IQ boost, but Clara’s arrival was timely. Olive straightened, addressing Clara, “I am keeping an eye on this lowly subordinate. His status may be low, but…” She leaned closer, whispering, “He has capital to be proud of.”
The veiled suggestion caused Clara to glance at Alex's drenched trousers. Her face flushed.
“What? Is he more impressive than Mr. Augustine?” Olive laughed.
Clara's heart pounded. She'd been intimate with Elvis, but… Elvis didn't compare to this subordinate.