Chapter 596: The Little Boy Takes Action

But isn’t the Princess of Visionary Liam’s wife, the King of Gold City? Since when did she become the wife of Elvis, the world's leading tycoon? Mr. Mahone quickly dismissed his stray thoughts. He needed to focus on himself. The Princess of Visionary was certainly not a woman he could aspire to.

“You’ve hurt me deeply this time. Get up and leave. Don’t bother me again. I want a divorce!” Mr. Mahone declared angrily, and stormed off. The overweight woman scrambled to her feet and pursued him, yelling, “Honey, I don’t want a divorce! Wait for me!”

In the presidential suite, Olive stood on the balcony, holding the little boy. Mother and son gazed at the stars. Steady footsteps approached; Elvis arrived. He stretched out his arms and embraced the boy. The little boy, pulled from Olive’s embrace, protested in a childish voice, “Dad, I want my teacher to hug me.”

Olive reached for the boy. “Let me.”

Elvis looked at Olive, his handsome eyes questioning. His voice, deep and magnetic, asked, “Is he heavy to carry?”

The three-year-old boy weighed sixty-six pounds. Carrying him was heavy. Olive’s heart skipped a beat. She looked into the man’s clear eyes. He carried the boy into the room, toward the large bed. The tall, handsome man held the boy effortlessly, his strength impressive.

They say a father's strength is a bonus, and it truly is, Olive thought, noticing a ripple in her own clear gaze.

Elvis placed the boy on the bed. “Nathan, it’s late. Sleep.”

Nathan nodded, then looked at Olive. “Miss Fairy, before bed, I want a glass of warm milk. Can you warm it for me?”

“Of course,” Olive replied, quickly heading to the kitchen.

Watching Olive’s beautiful form disappear, Elvis stood solemnly by the bed, looking at his son. “Tell me, you distracted your teacher. Were you trying to tell me something?”

Little Nathan instantly shed his innocent facade. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he said coldly, “What happened outside? Dad, was your… mistress bothering Mom?”

Elvis raised a skeptical eyebrow. The overweight woman had clearly been manipulated; the outburst was a staged performance. Who was behind it?

“Huh,” Lil’ Nathan said, clutching his chest. “Dad, I told you, if you can’t handle your other women, I will. Anyone who dares to touch my mom, don't blame me for being ruthless.”

“Nathan, what do you plan to do?” Elvis asked.

“Dad, I’ll handle it. You just need to focus on winning Mom back with your charm!” Elvis was speechless. His son was taking charge.

“Lil’ Nathan, your milk is ready,” Olive announced, entering with the warm milk. Little Nathan instantly resumed his cute demeanor, taking the milk with a smile. “Miss Fairy, thank you. It’s delicious.”

Olive stroked Nathan’s head. “Yes, Nathan. Drink plenty of milk; it makes you smarter.”

Elvis thought his son’s intelligence was already quite sufficient. He strode to the bathroom. “Go to sleep. I’ll shower.”

He actually wants to sleep here? This is her room. Did he even ask? Olive thought, feeling the need to speak with Elvis. She followed him to the bathroom. “Lil’ Nathan, finish your milk and go to sleep. I need to talk to your dad.”

“Okay,” Nathan replied.

Olive and Elvis disappeared into the bathroom. Lil’ Nathan quickly finished his milk, retrieved his phone, and expertly accessed the overweight woman’s phone. He found a text message from Clara, sent from an anonymous number. Quickly, a photo and Clara’s personal information appeared on his screen. So it’s this woman! Lil’ Nathan’s eyes blazed with a chilling intensity. If she dared bully his mother…

Clara hadn't appeared; as Greenland's most prestigious princess, she was meticulous about her image. She feared revealing her secret. But she waited, anticipating the scene of the overweight woman confronting Olive.

However, waiting proved fruitless, and a bad feeling crept over her. The elevator dinged; the overweight woman emerged alone.

Clara sat on the sofa in the lobby, her initial excitement turning to confusion. The overweight woman’s face was swollen and masked; something was wrong. Two onlookers rushed over.

“Mrs. Mahone, did you confront the Princess of Visionary, the adulteress?” one asked.

“Mrs. Mahone, is the Princess of Visionary really involved with your husband?” the other pressed.

The overweight woman desperately wanted to escape. “It was a misunderstanding. The Princess of Visionary is innocent. She wouldn’t be interested in my husband!”

Clara’s expression shifted. This jealous woman, in her own territory, should have targeted Olive. Why did she claim Olive’s innocence? Something was terribly wrong.

Suddenly, the lobby’s LCD screen illuminated, a soft female voice echoing, “Mr. Mahone, you’re so annoying… You have a wife, and you still treat me like this…”

Clara recoiled. The voice was hauntingly familiar, eerily like her own. She stared at the screen, her expression transforming dramatically.