Chapter 747: His Little Princess

The maid stared at Naomi’s parents, shaking her head in confusion. “I don’t know. Who are you?” she replied honestly.

Naomi’s mother, sitting on the sofa, responded, “Our son-in-law owns this villa!”

The maid gasped in shock.

Naomi’s father’s expression was triumphant. “I didn’t expect Naomi to be so promising,” he said proudly. “I never dreamed she’d marry such a wealthy man.”

Had the maid not been present, Naomi’s parents would have openly marveled at their newfound prosperity. The life before them seemed too beautiful to be real.

At that moment, approaching footsteps announced Olive’s arrival. The maid looked shocked. She couldn’t believe it—her boss’s wife’s parents were Damien and Joyce; how could her boss's in-laws be these two?

Olive reassured the maid, “It’s alright; you can go down.”

“Yes, Miss Hart,” the maid replied respectfully, quickly withdrawing. She had no desire to witness this bizarre situation unfold further.

Olive’s bright eyes met Naomi’s parents’ gaze. Naomi’s mother spoke first, “Who are you? I’ve checked; Mr. Augustine isn’t married, so you can’t be his wife.”

Naomi’s father added, “Since they aren’t married, everyone has a chance. Anyone can see Mr. Augustine favors Naomi; he treats her like a jewel. If you know what’s good for you, leave. Don’t be a mistress who ruins other people’s happiness!”

Olive wanted to laugh, but instead, she smiled.

Naomi’s parents stiffened. Olive’s delicate beauty and the quiet confidence in her aura were subtly condescending. She said nothing, only smiling.

“What are you laughing at?” Mrs. Scott demanded, hand on her hip.

Olive raised a delicate eyebrow. “I wasn’t laughing; I merely smiled.”

Mrs. Scott was incredulous.

Just then, Sadie entered, saying respectfully, “Your Royal Highness, it’s time to leave.”

“Very well, let’s go,” Olive said, ignoring Naomi’s parents as she departed with Sadie.

Once Olive left, Naomi’s parents breathed a sigh of relief. Then, descending footsteps signaled Elvis’s arrival.

Naomi’s parents’ eyes lit up; Elvis was, in their minds, already their son-in-law.

“Mr. Augustine, how is Naomi? Is she awake?” Mrs. Scott asked.

“Naomi has had a difficult life,” she continued. “She was unlucky to marry Clement, a gangster who abused her. Mr. Augustine, please help her divorce him.”

“Naomi is a good girl,” Mr. Scott added. “She’s always been reserved and decent. Clement doesn’t deserve her.” (On the rooftop earlier, they’d advised Naomi to reconcile with Clement.)

Elvis remained silent, his gaze falling on the maid. “Where’s Miss Hart?” he asked.

The maid glanced at Naomi’s parents, then at Elvis. “Sir, Miss Hart just left,” she replied respectfully.

Elvis’s lips thinned. She’d left! He’d explicitly told her not to wander off.

He started to go upstairs.

Seeing Elvis ignore them completely, Mr. Scott said, “Mr. Augustine, Naomi…”

Elvis paused, his gaze unwavering. His expression was inscrutable.

“Mr. Augustine, your home is quite large,” Mr. Scott continued. “There are many rooms and servants. Why don’t we stay and care for Naomi? We’re sure she’d want us here.”

They envisioned living in Elvis’s magnificent mansion, their needs provided for. It was everything they’d ever dreamed of.

Elvis raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Very well, you may stay.”

He agreed! Naomi’s parents’ eyes shone. They understood: his agreement confirmed his affection for Naomi.

“Thank you, Mr. Augustine,” Mr. Scott said. “We didn’t bring many clothes; we need to buy some, but we’re short on cash.” He watched Elvis carefully.

Elvis nodded, produced a black card, and handed it to Mr. Scott.

Mr. and Mrs. Scott knew Elvis was wealthy, but his generosity surprised them.

The maid, meanwhile, disapproved of their blatant greed.

Naomi’s parents exchanged relieved glances. Elvis’s positive response confirmed Naomi’s importance to him.

Feeling confident, they were no longer afraid. If Elvis had refused, they would have taken Naomi home.

“Mr. Augustine,” Mrs. Scott said, “Naomi’s twentieth birthday is in two days. Could you throw her a grand party and make her your little princess?”