Chapter 594: She Was Caught Red-Handed

This fat woman, Mrs. Mahone, had rushed over after receiving Clara’s photo. Her family was powerful and wealthy; normally, she feared nothing. But her inability to reach Mr. Mahone fueled her suspicion that he was having an affair with the Princess of Visionary. Leaning on her hips, she launched into a furious tirade, her insults expertly aimed at the supposed "other woman."

“Everyone, look! The Princess of Visionary is a shameless woman! Where is her room? If she dares to seduce my husband in front of me, I will kill her!”

A crowd gathered, whispering amongst themselves. “Isn’t that Mrs. Mahone? Is she here to catch a homewrecker?” one said. Another countered, “The Princess of Visionary and Mr. Mahone? Impossible! She’s engaged to the King of Gold City. I saw her from afar the other day; her aura was incredible.” A third offered, “But where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Let’s see what happens.”

Emboldened by the onlookers, Mrs. Mahone stormed toward the presidential suite Clara had indicated, knocking and shouting, “Princess of Visionary, you little slut, open the door! Is some bastard hiding in there? Is that my husband? Open up, or I’ll break it down and see your miserable nakedness!”

Inside, Olive was bathing little Nathan. Elvis heard the commotion first, his gaze instantly hardening as he turned to the door. Olive asked, “Elvis, what’s happening?” He calmly replied, “It’s nothing,” then opened the door.

Before Mrs. Mahone could finish her tirade, the door swung open, revealing Elvis’s imposing figure. Onlookers craned their necks, but a wave of security guards quickly intervened, obscuring the view with a rope.

Mrs. Mahone was startled. This man wasn't her husband. Wow, she thought, so handsome!

Elvis, tall and commanding, stood in the doorway, his deep, narrow eyes assessing Mrs. Mahone with cool indifference. In a low, magnetic voice, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

Mrs. Mahone quickly recovered. Even if this wasn't her husband, being in the Princess of Visionary’s room was bad! She remembered Clara’s photo—her husband’s haunting gaze at another woman. But she hadn't expected the princess to be with another man.

“Who are you? I’m looking for the Princess of Visionary. Is she here? Bring her out!” She then winked at her two bodyguards, “Get her for me!”

The bodyguards advanced, but Elvis remained, an unyielding presence. His imposing height and calm demeanor were intimidating. The bodyguards, unnerved by his aura, hesitated.

Mrs. Mahone urged, “What are you doing? Get rid of him, or you won’t get paid!”

The bodyguards moved to restrain Elvis. With lightning speed, he seized one bodyguard’s wrist, dislocating it with a sickening crack. The bodyguard cried out in pain and fell. The other bodyguard, terrified, fled.

“Hey, hey! Where are you going, you useless idiots?!” Mrs. Mahone shrieked, astonished that her expensive bodyguards had been so easily defeated.

At that moment, the room door opened, and Olive peered out, asking, “What’s all the fuss?”

Seeing Olive, Mrs. Mahone’s eyes blazed. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to attack. “You lured my husband! I’ll scratch your face and tear you apart!”

But Elvis stood firm, shielding Olive’s slender form. His presence alone held Mrs. Mahone back.

Olive, stunned, asked, “Who is your husband?”

“Are you pretending? He’s Mr. Mahone, the owner of this resort!” Mrs. Mahone declared proudly.

Olive scoffed, “You should look in a mirror. How could your husband possibly resist my charms?”

Mrs. Mahone’s nostrils flared. “Everybody, look! The Princess of Visionary is a slut!” she screamed.

Olive attempted to speak, but Elvis stepped in front of her, his features hardening with anger. “Little bitch, who are you calling a slut?”

Mrs. Mahone, emboldened, retorted, “Don’t scare me! I own this resort! See these guards? They obey me!” She ordered them, “Get him!”

The guards approached, and she boasted, “This resort, and the Sea of Clouds, are my territory. I make the rules. You dare cause trouble here?”

Elvis’s lips curved slightly, but he remained silent. Mrs. Mahone then pointed at Olive, beginning to shout accusations, but before she could finish, she was slapped hard across the face. Stunned, she looked at her attacker—one of her own security guards.

“You… you want to riot? I’m the owner…” Another slap landed.