Chapter 547: Elvis, Hug Me
โThis little beauty is unbelievableโknowing she canโt eat but still wants to!โ President Augustineโs charming comment sparked the usual raucous banter among the men. Elvisโs casual, โDid you eat well?โ initiated the exchange, drawing Olive into the jest. Their increasingly bold remarks, however, quickly overwhelmed her. Initially unaware of Elvisโs meaning, the teasing sent a blush flaming across her face. She glared at Elvis, a furious kitten ready to scratch. His heart stirred. Raising an eyebrow, he dismissed her with a curt, โGet out!โ
Olive scrambled to her feet, but a hand intercepted her. โLittle beauty, youโve got the wrong target. Mr. Augustine has Miss Clark, so forget his legs. Why not stay and have some fun?โ Another chimed in, "Are you a wine steward? Drink with us, we'll count the bottles." They mistook her for a server, oblivious to the exorbitant cost of the drinks. Their initial interest had been curbed by her proximity to Elvis; his dismissal, however, unleashed their intentions.
Olive protested, โIโm not a wine steward. Let me go!โ โLittle beauty, you can leave, but you have to drink with us. Tonight, you drink this wine.โ She looked to Elvis, who remained aloof, lazily leaning on the sofa while Harper fed him grapes. Her heart sank; he showed no interest in helping her. Resigned, she conceded, โLet go. Tonight, I will drink with you.โ
Soon, Olive had finished a bottle alone, her pretty face flushed, her eyes hazy. The men openly leered. Mr. Campbell subtly signaled a waiter, who discreetly added a drug to a fresh bottle of red wine. Harper, witnessing this, smirked, pleased at Olive's impending fate. She offered Elvis another grape, but his gaze, locked on the waiter, was sharp and dangerous. Harperโs heart skipped a beat; although he was indifferent to Olive, she feared his potential intervention. She suggested a walk, a subtle ploy to remove him from the scene.
Mr. Campbell refilled Oliveโs glass, taking the opportunity to touch her hand. Elvis, his handsome face betraying no emotion, stood. "Let's go," he announced, taking Harperโs arm. But as they passed Olive, she grabbed his hand. Looking up at him with wet, dark eyes, she murmured, โElvis, hug me.โ
The room fell silent. The men stared, astounded. Elvis, lowering his gaze, asked, "Miss, do we know each other?" Olive pressed close. Elvis, however, swept her into a tight embrace. She wound her arms around his neck and accused him, โElvis, why didnโt you know each other when you took your pants off in front of me? Youโre so heartless!โ His cold demeanor vanished, replaced by a hint of amusement.