Chapter 703: A Dream

“Olive, you must discover this person's identity immediately. This time, we must act first and eliminate them!” Granny declared with lethal intent.

Olive's heart sank. Her apprehension was confirmed. This time, her grandmother's directive originated from Visionary, a place her grandmother had disliked even before meeting Elvis.

“Grandma,” Olive began, then hesitated. “You haven't met this person. They're the only individual in Greenland with the blood of a child born in the last hundred years. Perhaps they differ from Greenland's previous rulers. Perhaps they're wise and…” Grandma Constance interrupted, “Then we strike at the strongest. If we wait for this person to gain global power, we'll miss our greatest opportunity.”

Olive was speechless.

Grandma Constance suddenly eyed Clive suspiciously. “Olive, what is wrong? Have you forgotten the blood feud between Greenland and Visionary?”

“Grandma, I haven't forgotten. I'll find out who this person is immediately.”

“Good.” Grandma Constance stroked Olive's hair. “By the way, Olive, have you found Levi and Ivy's father?”

Olive nodded. “Yes, I have.”

“Then invite him to dinner soon. I want to assess him. Our son-in-law must be honorable. Furthermore, Olive, your succession ceremony is imminent. Once you complete this mission, draw your sword and revitalize Visionary. We shall return to Visionary City, and you will become its thirteenth queen.”

Olive lowered her eyes. She sensed the difficulties ahead for her and Elvis. She had received a message from him:

“Leaving is fine, but why the lack of courtesy in informing me?”

His message was imperious and resentful.

A smile touched Olive's lips. She replied,

“Mr. Augustine, I gave you the chance to choose any woman. Perhaps even a mermaid on your way home.”

“Why would I want a mermaid? I want you.” Elvis's swift reply arrived.

Olive smiled gently, finding Mr. Augustine surprisingly charming.

A knock came at the door. Joyce entered with a glass of hot milk.

“Give this to your aunt. Annabelle has been acting strangely since returning. I suspect Alpha did something to her.”

“I doubt it,” Olive replied hesitantly.

“Why not? When it comes to being domineering, no one surpasses Alpha. And he’s incredibly powerful. Your aunt is like an ant to him.”

Chapter 703: A Dream (Continued)

Alpha's deep, reserved expression flashed in Olive's mind. She coughed, embarrassed. “Mummy, I don’t think Uncle Alpha is a bad man.”

Joyce looked at Olive. “What do you mean? Is Alpha a good man? Just ask your Aunt Annabelle.”

Olive felt too embarrassed to ask. They were practically her future in-laws! How could a daughter-in-law ask such a question?

Quickly taking the milk, she said, “Mummy, I'll go ask and give her this.”

Olive knocked on the next door. Annabelle's voice called, “Come in.”

Olive entered. Annabelle, showered and sitting at her desk with a pencil, was a sight Olive cherished. Annabelle was beautiful and gentle.

Olive couldn't help but consider that the woman before her was the one Imperial's most powerful businessman, Alpha, had pursued for over thirty years. She was beautiful and talented.

Olive’s impression of Alpha shifted. Annabelle was his first love. Thirty years had passed, yet he still pursued her.

“Aunt Annabelle, finish your design later. Drink this hot milk first,” Olive said, handing her the glass.

Annabelle put down her pen and accepted the milk. “Olive, you're just in time. I need to ask you something.”

Olive's heart quickened. Her mother’s words about Annabelle's strange behavior echoed in her mind.

Olive blinked. “Okay, Aunt.”

“Actually, it’s nothing…”

“What dream?”

Annabelle blinked. “I had a dream a few days ago. It was too real…”

She stood, unable to continue. That night, she had gone to Alpha's villa. Rain had soaked her clothes, leading her to bathe and change upstairs. She fell asleep and had a long, vivid dream.

It was difficult to explain. She dreamt that Alpha entered her room, got onto her bed, and whispered, “How should I punish you?” He untied her pajamas…

The dream’s imagery was still sharp in her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to dismiss it, but her face burned. She’d initially thought it real, but the next morning, the bedsheets were perfectly made, with no sign of anyone sleeping there. Annabelle couldn't understand the dream.