Memories Of The Night

Watching Aaron"s movements from the crowd, Olive sees the man he just greeted.

So this is the man she is going to seduce tonight.

Olive"s hands are sweaty from the nerves.

This is her first time attending such an important occasion. Facing the group of the social elite and socialite ladies, she"s extremely anxious that she will accidentally betray her ident.i.ty.

She inwardly consoles herself to be calm and not to panic. After all, the expensive evening dress and jewelry she"s currently wearing are not fake.

Her attire gives her a disguise to hide behind.

This time, she is not from a poor family, nor is she a college student who is selling herself for her father"s operation.

This time, she has a new ident.i.ty.

She needs to go all out to acquire that one million.

With a c.o.c.ktail in her hand, Olive grits her teeth and walks towards Melvin.

When she gets close to Melvin, she suddenly stumbles and deliberately throws herself at him. Her soft body crashes into Melvin"s arms, and the c.o.c.ktail in her hand spills on his clothes.

Melvin is angry to have someone spill a gla.s.s of wine on him.

Just as he"s about to lose his temper, Olive pulls out of his arms in a panic, apologizing profusely, "I"m so sorry, sir! I didn"t mean it! I"m so sorry!"

When Melvin lowers his head, he sees a pair of clear, lovely, and apologetic eyes. The flash of anger he feels dissipates in an instant after seeing the beautiful girl in front of him, being replaced by a surge of desire.

Having such beauty in his arms feels good. A whiff of the girl fills his nostrils with the sweet perfume on her body. He despairs not being able to hold her more when she immediately pulls away.

Melvin has always been tolerant of beautiful women. Putting a smile on his face, he says, "It"s fine."

Seeing the c.o.c.ktail stain on Melvin"s white s.h.i.+rt, Olive takes her handkerchief out of her bag and rubs it on him.

The soft and boneless hands gently stroke his chest, separated only by a thin cloth.

Melvin looks at her little confused eyes, not realizing that she"s trying to flirt with him.

After Olive"s efforts, the white s.h.i.+rt is still stained with wine.

Olive"s pretty face looks worried. "I"m really sorry, sir! I ruined your s.h.i.+rt. The bathroom is over there. Do you want to go over and clean it?"

Although Melvin looks like a serious person, he"s actually a playboy. Otherwise, he wouldn"t have taken advantage of Katrina.

But with all eyes on him in public, he can"t do anything out of the ordinary. He wants a chance to be alone with her.

"All right."

Melvin readily agrees to go to the bathroom with Olive.

In the bathroom, Olive cleans Melvin"s clothes with a wet towel. She touches and rubs his s.h.i.+rt, all the while keeping her body close to him.

Her perfume is more tantalizing now, poking its way into his nose.

Adding to the fact that he"s just had a few drinks, Melvin feels a little hot. He gets an unspoken desire for the girl in front of him.

Olive looks up and whispers, "It"s done, sir."

Melvin has no intention to leave. He looks at her and asks, "What"s your name?"

Olive purses her lips before replying, "Linda Simon." It"s the new ident.i.ty Aaron"s a.s.sistant had created for her.

Melvin is a little confused. "I have never seen you before. Who did you come with?"

He is more or less familiar with everyone in this circle, especially beautiful women. But he doesn"t know Linda Simon.

At Melvin"s question, panic flashes on Olive"s face. She bites her lip and looks at him in horror.

Seeing her suddenly look defensive, Melvin gets even more confused. "What"s wrong? I"m not going to hurt you."

"I..." Olive hesitates for a moment. Finally, she says, "Sir, you"re such a good man. I can tell you."

She continues, "I... Actually, I paid for the invitation. I am a student at the Abbe Film Academy. I want to be famous one day, so I spend all my savings to buy an invitation and borrow a set of clothes and jewelry from a senior. I came to get to know more rich people."

With that, Olive looks up at him. "Sir, you"re not looking down on me, are you?"

Melvin chuckles. "So, have you met any rich people?"

He has also invested and produced several TV dramas. He keeps in contact with the stars, and he knows how deep the water is in the entertainment circle.

Girls without money or background can only make a living by sleeping with producers or directors, or they would fail to get even a small role such as a servant. The reality is very cruel.

Looking at the girl"s behavior, he knows that she"s clearly still very naïve and must have never experienced anything like this.

Sure enough, Olive looks down and replies, "No, you"re the first person to talk to me at this party."

Since her goal is to find a rich man who can support her in the future, Melvin stops beating around the bush. Grabbing her hand, he looks at her and says in a low voice, "Is the general manager of the Quentin Group enough to support you?"

Upon hearing this, Olive immediately looks incredulous. "You are Mr. Quentin from the Quentin Group?"

The girl"s reaction works well for Melvin.

He wraps one arm around her waist, holding her full hips with his large hand, his eyes are full of desire as he says, "Be my woman, and I"ll give you whatever you want."

He wants the beauty of her youth and the freshness of her flesh. And she needs his money and power.

A lot of times, this kind of exchange of interests with women is what he"s looking for.

This kind of relations.h.i.+p is simpler. After he gets tired of the woman, he can just break it off, and there"s no need for a messy farewell.

Instead of pus.h.i.+ng him away, Olive looks into his eyes. "Mr. Quentin, can we go somewhere else?"

Even though Melvin can"t wait to take her to his bed, this really isn"t a very convenient place.

Melvin nods. "Okay, I"ll go out and make my goodbyes. Leave through the back door, where I"ll drive to pick you up."

Olive bites her lip and replies, "Okay."

Going back to the party, Melvin makes up a reason and says goodbye to his friends, while Olive follows his instructions to wait for him at the back door.