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Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Olive took out the black and gold card that Elvis had given her. Everyone was familiar
with this kind of cards. It was a symbol of wealth and affluence.
The cashier quickly accepted the card and said enthusiastically,
“Sure Miss.”
Olive settled the bill in few seconds.
Gwen’s lips were thrown apart in disbelief.
“How could that bastard of a girl have such a card? Besides, didn’t I just see the word
“Augustine” on it?“.
Gwen didn’t know much about Elvis, because Elvis wasn’t familiar with her.
However, in LA, when one heard of the name “Augustine” one would instantly think of
Elvis Augustine.
Pamela who had tried all she could to maintain her eloquence, couldn’t contend it any
further, as an obvious irritable crack had appeared on her face.
She was convinced that the owner of the card must be Elvis Augustine.
How could Olive have Elvis’s card?
Olive had settled the bill and had walked towards Pamela. She tugged the bags
properly, as they were slightly heavy.
Olive stopped beside Pamela and smiled softly.
“What would you call this?”
Pamela’s face had become gloomy.
“You know Elvis Augustine? What’s your relationship with Elvis Augustine?”
“Pamela, you aren’t that dumb. Guess for yourself. A man hands over his card to a
woman, what would you think their relationship would be?”
Pamela’s eyes conveyed the exact resentment as Monica. She abhorred Olive and
North.
This hate generated right from childhood. Back then, Olive and North were always the
focus of attention wherever they went. While Pamela most times was invisible.
“Do you regret your actions? Pamela, why were you so stupid to have demanded for a
million dollar, when you could have requested for his card. Too bad you’ll never
experience the pleasure that comes with it.” Olive smirked and walked out of the
boutique with North.
North was awed by Olive’s savageness.
“Girl, you’re too bad! You didn’t tell Pamela about your relationship with Elvis, that’s
perfect. She’ll be left guessing. The thoughts of not being able to wrap her hands
around something will definitely drive her crazy.”
Olive thought same. She knew Pamela too well. Her psychology was twisted, that she
continuously craved for attention and fame.
If Olive was able to rob her of everything she had, and beat her at her own game,
Pamela was bound to go bunkers. “North, where are we going now? We’ve already
bought a lot of things.” Olive nagged.
North snorted,
“Mr. Augustine must have received the debit alert by now.”
Olive felt embarrassed. When she had used the card, her heart pounded faster. Now
thinking of it, she was certain that she did make an unnecessary purchase.
“What would Elvis think?” Olive muntered under her breathe.
North pulled her by the arm and said,
“Olive, a woman who knows how to spend will make a man love her the more. What’s
Mr. Augustine afraid of? A few hundred thousand? Nay, he’s way above that.”
Olive could not refute.
North took Olive to a nail saloon in the mall.
“Let’s get a manicure.”
Olive had never had a manicure. She had been studying medicine and only knew how
to make drugs. She didn’t have the time to dress up..
The manicure lady asked.
“Pretty girls, what kind of manicure do you want to have? Do you need a
recommendation?”
North shook her head.
“No, thank you miss. But we’ll make the choice ourselves.”
North was an aesthetic fashionista. With her around, they wouldn’t be needing another
recommendation.
“Olive, what do you like?”
Olive flipped through the nail art book, she was dazzled by the colors in it.
North pointed to a color. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
“How about this?” Noth was referring to the pink beautiful color.
The manicure lady didn’t hesitate to praise the color.
“Pink is a spring of colours. It’s very suitable for young girls.”
Olive was young enough. North blinked and added in a low voice,
“Men will definitely like it.” North’s meaning was obvious. Elvis was a man.
“Uhm, which color are you going for?” Olive swiftly changed the topic.
North flipped through the art book.
“I’m searching for a color that my boss will like.”
As her bestfriend, Olive knew that North was referring to Raven.
Two years ago, after her eighteenth birthday, North had moved out of the Domino family
house. She left LA and proceeded to the entertainment industry.
The entertainment industry was a double edge sword. One could make fame from it,
and another could be scammed by big capitalist. Behind North was Raven. Raven had
arranged for a good producer and manager for her.
Olive leaned forward and said to North.
“Raven seems very cold. He looks even more tough than Elvis.”
Without raising her head, North replied.
“You’ve been deceived by his appearance. He’s very kind and less arrogant than Mr.
Augustine.”
North pointed to a color.
“This ma’am, I’ll go for this.”
Olive lowered her eyes and saw that North had chosen red. The color did look a little
coquettish.
The lady had finished with Olive. The other worker was now attending to North. Olive
stood up and walked to the balcony with bare foot.
She sighted a tall figure at the door. Raven walked in.
“Mr. Raven, you’re here.” Olive said with a smile.
Raven glanced at the nail salon and inquired,
“Where’s North?”
“She’s in, having her pedicure. She’ll be done soon.”
Olive pushed the nail art hook to Raven and asked,
“Mr. Raven, which color do you think looks better?”