Chapter 705 Playing with fire.

Elvis’s phone rang out, and it was a call from Olive.

Elvis immediately raised his thin lips, and his deep narrow eyes overflowed with a touch of joy and love.

He pressed the answer button, “Hello,” he said.

“Mr. Augustine, good morning!” Olive’s sweet voice sounded.

“Morning, why are you so actively calling me today?” Elvis said, as he implied that he was flattered to receive her call early in the morning.

“Mr. Augustine, your parents have an appointment with the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce today.

Aunt Annabelle has already gotten into your father’s car.”

Elvis’s handsome eyebrows sank, and he was silent for a few seconds.

“Mr. Augustine, I don’t think today is a good day. This divorce is probably impossible. I’m a little worried.

Do you want to go over?”

Elvis pursed his lips, and then said, “Okay, I’ll drive to pick you up later.”

“Alright, thanks, Olive ended the call.

Elvis put down his phone. At this moment, he heard footsteps from upstairs and the girl was descending the stairs.

The girl’s clothes had been wet yesterday. Now, she was wearing a white dress that Elvis had prepared for her. She was delicate and beautiful, like a fragile butterfly, which made people crave to protect her.

The girl walked down and came to the dinning room. Her big watery eyes stared at Elvis, and her two small hands gently grasped the hem of her skirt, “Sir, thank you for saving me last night.”

The girl’s voice was soft and tender.

Elvis sat on the dining chair and did not move. He raised his narrow eyes and looked at the girl.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“My name is Naomi, Naomi Scott.”

“Where did that necklace around your neck come from?”

Naomi quickly raised her hand and tightly grasped the necklace around her neck, “This…this was given to me by a big brother…”

Elvis remembered that many years ago in that icy snow, he could barely hold on anymore. It was a voice that kept talking to him in his ear.

“Big brother, you fnust live! Big brother? Big brother!” the voice had called out to him.

Naomi carefully looked at Elvis’s handsome face. Before Elvis’s powerful aura, she looked very weak and timid, Elvis looked at Naomi. His face was expressionless.

“Where are you going now? I’ll let the driver take you.”

“No need, I’ll take the bus home myself. Thank you, sir,” Naomi said with a slight nod, then she turned around and made to leave.

“This is my contact information. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can call me,” Elvis suddenly said.

At this moment, Peterson walked over and handed a note to Naoml. On the note was Elvis’s phone ! ח 05 number.

Naomi hesitated for a moment, then she accepted the note. She looked back at Elvis again, then.

turned around and left.

After she left, Peterson walked over to Elvis’s side. “Master, you brought this Naomi girl home, and gave her your contact information. If Miss Hart finds out about this, I’m afraid it’s not going to end well.”

Elvis’s gaze landed on the financial newspaper in his hand. “Then don’t let Olive know of Naomi’s existence. Do you understand what I mean?”

Peterson felt that his master was really playing with fire, because he knew that Olive wasn’t easy to fool.

After breakfast, Elvis walked out of the villa and got into the Rolls–Royce Phantom. Peterson drove him to meet Olive.

Elvis took out his phone, and sent a message to Olive. He informed Olive that he’ll be there soon.

Olive’s voice reply swiftly came in, she responded by telling him that she’ll be downstairs soon.

Hearing her soft voice. Elvis could only imagine her whispering into his cars, as she laid in his arms.

Elvis swallowed hard, and his hulging throat rolled up and down.

“They’ve all gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Why don’t we follow them and get our marriage certificate?” Elvis typed a message.

He wanted them to get a marriage certificate, so that he could legally sleep with her every night in the future, and also see her every morning when he opened his eyes.

Elvis was about to send the message, but, a call came in.

Elvis pressed the answer button, and Naomi’s timid and panicked cry for help quickly sounded, “Save me…Save me…

Naomi was in danger and now called him for help.

Elvis was expressionless. His low and magnetic voice was devoid of emotions, “Where are you? now?”

he asked.

“I’m here at the Avenue Express Hotel,” Naomi cried out in fright. She sobbed lightly, as her tender voice made it difficult for people to ignore her cry.

Elvis ended the call. He raised his head and looked at Peterson.

Peterson did not intentionally eavesdrop, but he already heard Elvis’s conversation with Naomi. Now, his master wanted changing path in order to save a damsel in distress.

Peterson had his objections, but he turned the wheel, and the Rolls–Royce Phantom set off in another.

direction.

Olive had already arrived downstairs and was waiting for Elvis.

But she waited for a long time, but no one was there.

Olive wondered where Elvis was, especially after he informed her that he’ll be there soon.

Suddenly, her phone rang and it was a call from Elvis.

Ollye quickly pressed the answer button, “Hello, Mr. Augustine, where are you now? Why haven’t 1 seen you?”

“Olive, I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry right now, so I won’t be able to pick you up.”

“Mr. Augustine, what’s your emergency? Do you want me to help?”

“No need, it’s about the company.”

Olive nodded, “Okay, okay, you can go ahead. I’ll go alone.”

The door of the Resort Hotel was suddenly pushed open. A gust of cold wind blew in, and then a group of bodyguards filed in, directly surrounding the place.

The owner of the hotel hurriedly ran over and lost a slipper in the process. “Who are you? We’re running a regular business and we’re not doing anything wrong.”

At this moment, a tall and handsome figure came into view, Elvis had arrived.

Elvis’s narrow and deep eyes landed on the manager. “Which room is Naomi in?”

Elvis’s arrogant aura had already made the manager’s legs weaken, “In…In room 302, L…I’ll take you there,” the manager swiftly replied.