Chapter 62: Swipe His Card

“Where did you guys kiss?” North asked, her eyes shining with joy.

“Just up to the neck,” Olive replied shyly.

North was surprised. “Olive, Elvis is mature and abstinent. A man’s maturity isn’t just about manners; it’s also about wealth, power, and status. Most importantly, it's about his sexual prowess.”

Olive smiled timidly.

“I think Elvis understands; he’s just waiting for the perfect time,” North added.

Olive remained silent. She knew there was no arguing with North once she started one of her speeches.

North saw the love in Olive’s bright eyes and wasn't surprised. It was hard not to be captivated by someone like Elvis. She remembered the way he looked at Olive—like a man gazing at his beloved.

North suddenly thought of Pamela. “Olive, what’s the relationship between Elvis and Pamela? Did you ask him?”

“I did. He said Pamela saved his life once, so he’s returning the favor,” Olive replied, settling onto the couch.

North’s brow furrowed. “Pamela doesn’t seem like the type to save anyone. Let me guess—she orchestrated an attack on Elvis Augustine, then appeared as his savior.”

Olive admired North's ability to sniff out a story. North was quick to pick up on even the slightest hint.

North turned to Olive. “What about the man you saved? Why didn’t you save Elvis?”

“I think I’ll have to ask my seven-year-old self,” Olive replied.

North frowned. “Olive, I feel like Pamela’s hiding something. After you left LA, why did she become such a medical genius? And how did she save the prominent Elvis Augustine?”

Olive felt Pamela’s rapid medical advancement was connected to her mother's death and her grandfather's coma, but it remained a mystery. As for saving Elvis, she truly didn't know; Elvis hadn’t told her. Her intuition told her he was protecting her, as her savior.

Olive worried that Elvis saw Pamela as his savior. She wasn’t ready to share him, not even with Pamela.

Erica’s hired chef had prepared a delicious dinner. After eating, Olive showered and dried her hair. Looking downstairs, she spotted Elvis’s Rolls-Royce Phantom. He hadn’t left.

Olive lowered the blinds.

North emerged from the bathroom. “Olive, President Augustine gave Pamela 1.2 million, right? How much did he give you?”

Olive paused. “What?”

“Oh, my poor Olive. From a man’s perspective, the amount he gives a woman shows how much he loves her. Elvis wouldn’t have given you less, right?”

Olive remembered Elvis’s black card. She’d never used it, but it was still in her bag. “Uh, he gave me a card. Hang on, I think it’s in here.” She rummaged through her bag and pulled out the black and gold card, handing it to North.

North inhaled sharply, staring at the inscription “Augustine.” “This card controls all of Elvis’s assets. He gave Pamela 1.2 million, but he gave you the entire Augustine family fortune. You’ve made a fortune!”

Olive was unaware of the card’s power. He’d given Pamela a pittance, but her a vault. She felt a surge of happiness.

“Olive, let’s go shopping tomorrow! Boss Augustine’s money is in our hands!”

Olive started to protest, but North stopped her. “Olive, Mr. Augustine has plenty of money. Don’t worry about it. Besides, didn’t he spend a fortune on Pamela? You’re his wife, Olive…”

Elvis remained downstairs. He felt sleepy, texted Olive goodnight, and then…

Olive was already asleep when the message arrived. She didn't see it.

While waiting for a reply, Elvis looked at the mark Olive had left on his arm. After a while, he dialed a number. A low, pleasant voice answered. “Why are you calling at night?” It was Raven.

Elvis lit a cigarette. He exhaled slowly. “Can you still remember two years ago, when you were locked up in a dark, windy room?”