Chapter 706: Brother, You’re Too Late!

The hotel manager led Elvis to a room, saying, “Naomi is inside.” A bodyguard kicked the door open.

Naomi’s hands and feet were bound. A fat man, a vicious smile on his face, whipped her. She was already weakened, her white dress stained crimson from numerous previous blows. The abuse continued. He swung the whip again, yelling, “Naomi, where were you last night? Are you cheating on me? If I don’t hit you daily, you won’t learn!”

A knock interrupted him. “Who’s that?” he demanded impatiently. He froze, seeing men at the door.

Elvis entered with a firm stride, his gaze fixed on the fat man—a local thug, usually fearless. But his confidence wavered. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” he stammered.

Before he finished, bodyguards disarmed and restrained him. He protested, “Let me go! This is a human rights violation!”

Elvis approached Naomi. She looked up, her eyes wide with tears. “Mister, thank you…” Peterson untied her. Weak, she fell towards Elvis, who caught her.

She cried, gazing at him, bewildered. “Why… do you seem familiar? What’s your name? Why do you always appear when I need help?”

The fat man yelled, “Naomi! I’m still here! Are you flirting with another man in front of me?”

“She’s my wife,” Elvis said, frowning. “We’re married. Don’t interfere.”

Peterson snapped, “Shut up! This is President Augustine!”

Naomi gasped, staring at Elvis. “Augustine… Augustine…” She touched the necklace she wore, her fingertip tracing the engraved name. “Are you… my… big brother?” she whispered.

Elvis looked at her tear-stained face, then nodded. “Yes.”

Naomi’s eyes widened in shock and confusion, tinged with sadness. “Big… big brother, you’re finally here. You promised to pick me up, but I’ve waited years. You’re late… so late…”

Elvis, his face impassive, removed his jacket, draping it over her, then held her close and carried her away.

“Hey! Where are you taking my wife?!” the fat man shouted.

Elvis carried Naomi from the room. She sobbed uncontrollably. Peterson opened the Rolls-Royce’s back door. Elvis placed Naomi inside, and the car sped away.

A woman watched from the roadside—Elvis’s aunt, Bounty, recently arrived from Greenland. She had once sponsored Naomi, a girl she’d admired. But Naomi’s life had taken a dark turn; she’d been sold to the thug. Bounty had come to rescue her.

Seeing Elvis with Naomi shocked her. She hadn’t expected this. She knew Elvis had triplets with Olive, a woman she greatly admired.

Observing Elvis embrace Naomi, Bounty was stunned. “Does Olive know about this?” she wondered.

She took a photo of them. Years ago, Annabelle had caused Bounty to fall down stairs while pregnant, resulting in a miscarriage and infertility. This made her sympathize deeply with Olive, who'd given Elvis three children.

Bounty felt betrayed. She intended to send the picture to Olive, but her phone rang—Lily. Bounty favored Lily and her son, Marvin, over Annabelle.

Answering, she said, “Hello, sister-in-law.”