Chapter 511

Biting her lower lip, Olive’s words successfully aroused the excitement and competitive spirit of the assembled businessmen. “The little beauty is interesting; it’s really hard to put down. Okay, we accept your challenge!” “Okay, so which one of you will play first?” “Me!”

Olive and one of the bosses went to play pool. Elvis remained seated, his gaze fixed on Olive’s slender form. Two bosses approached him. “President Augustine, don’t you want to play a few games?” Another boss quickly interjected, “What are you talking about? Mr. Augustine brought his new favorite mistress, Miss Hazel. If he plays billiards with the little beauty, Miss Hazel will be jealous.” “Miss Hazel is beautiful, too, but compared to the girl on stage, she’s still far behind.” One boss lowered his voice and chuckled maliciously, “The little beauty on stage has straight legs and… well, you know. With my years of experience, I can guarantee she’s better!”

Such crude jokes were commonplace in these circles. The bosses, captivated by Olive, readily shared their lewd observations. Elvis watched as Olive played, her slender back arched, her billiard stick precisely aiming and striking a colorful ball. With a satisfying snap, the ball dropped perfectly into the pocket. Olive won. She was captivating and confident playing pool, but Elvis seemed oblivious. His attention was drawn to her crouching posture, accentuating her beautiful buttocks and the perfect S-curve of her waist—like the elegant curve of a porcelain vase. This pose would inspire impure thoughts in many men; the desire to stand behind her, to hold her waist…

Elvis sipped his tea, his Adam’s apple bobbing twice as he swallowed. He appeared serious and impeccably dressed, yet only he knew his true thoughts. He noted… Olive's physique was more beautiful and toned than three years ago.

Glancing at the boss beside him, Elvis curled his lips in a sneer. “If you think she’s a virgin, based on my experience, you’re wrong. She definitely is not.” Elvis hadn’t attended such public events in three years. His handsome, refined demeanor made his current behavior—sharing a crude joke about Olive with the bosses—all the more surprising. The bosses stared at him, astonished. Elvis looked back at Olive. She was unremarkable to him; she’d been with at least two men and, to his knowledge, had been pregnant twice. Yet, her pure beauty and elegance easily captivated others, fooling them into falling in love. He saw through her façade.

Hazel watched silently from the sidelines. Elvis’ earlier outburst had frightened her. Now, she felt a sense of unease, convinced there was a complex history between Elvis and Olive. Observing Elvis’ unwavering gaze, Hazel enviously dug her nails into her palm. Though his expression seemed dark and unfriendly, his eyes were undeniably fixated on Olive.

Soon, the businessmen were all defeated. Olive played one game against each, winning every match. She set down her cue, offering a bright smile. “Gentlemen, I’ve won. As per our agreement, I may leave now.”

Olive turned to go. “Wait a minute!” An unsatisfied boss stopped her. Olive paused, asking, “Businessmen should be the most honest people, right? What’s wrong? Trying to cheat?” “No tricks, little beauty, but you’ve only heated things up. There’s one person you haven’t beaten!” “Who?” “President Augustine!”

The name elicited cheers. “That’s right, little beauty, we were almost tricked. You said you’d challenge everyone here, but you haven’t faced Mr. Augustine. You must play him. Beat him, and you’re free.” “Little beauty, be careful. Boss Augustine is exceptionally skilled at billiards; he’s undefeated. I suspect you’ll lose this one.”

The group urged Olive to play Elvis. Olive’s bright eyes met Elvis’ handsome gaze. “Mr. Augustine, care to play? I imagine someone of your stature would disdain playing with me.”

Playing Elvis meant certain defeat. She could only hope he wouldn’t accept. Elvis, however, saw through her ploy. How could he let her escape? He stood, accepting the cue from the others. “Very well, I’ll play a game.”

Olive was speechless. She knew it was deliberate. Had he refused, she could have left; instead, he chose to play, a fact she’d momentarily forgotten. “Little beauty, come on! Countless women would kill for this chance to play billiards with Mr. Augustine! Today will be a memorable day for you!”

Olive raised an eyebrow, picked up her cue, and played. The match began. Olive played cautiously, but soon found herself at a disadvantage. Elvis’s precision was remarkable; even a simple game of pool was executed with meticulous skill. He pocketed three balls in a row, earning applause from the onlookers. “Magnificent!” “Little beauty, you’re in trouble. You’ve lost too many points.”

Olive felt defeat approaching. She bit her lip, her gaze meeting Elvis’s, and her anxiety intensified. His gaze fell upon her delicate, reddened lips, noticing the faint indentation from her teeth.