The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Squeeze Her Neck

A knock was heard on the door. “Young master.” Henry, the butler called from outside.

“Come in.” Elvis lightly raised his thin lips. Henry pushed open the door and walked in.

“Young master, young mistress, anything you would like me to do?”

Elvis stood beside the bed. He was wearing a simple white trousers with a black T–

shirt. One could tell the fabric was expensive, which looked like a handmade version.

They made him look tall and handsome, with a magnificent temperament.

Elvis lowered his eyes and skillfully flipped the silver button on his shirt with his fingers.

He glanced at Olive and said. “Do you wish to eat anything?”

Olive heart tensed. The marriage was planned by the older generation of the four most

powerful family in Los Angeles. The Augustines. The Blues. The Heavens and The

Dominos.

Elvis, the young master of the Augustine’s family, ruled the country with the dominant

place. He was the youngest and the most Handsome of business leaders. However, he

stayed anonymous and no one knew what he truly looked like.

The Red Villa was situated in a remote location. At first glance, one would think that

they weren’t a wealthy family.

Monica’s biggest wish was to marry both her daughters into the four major families in

Los Angeles. With the news of the son of the Augustine’s family being sick, Monica

really wanted to go against the contract by not giving any of her daughter to the

marriage.

But Patrick Hart was a feudal and filial person and was unwilling to violate the marriage

made by

then thought of Olive, so

prior understanding, the man she was being married to was nothing

but at this moment, she

her was arrogant and

worship.

wanted to say something, but at this moment, the man

the table. He narrowed

became that of fright, he said hastily, “Young

doctor now!”

down. The hands that were propped up in the table

like a

Is he sick?

met hus. He turned abruptly and said to the butler, “Get her out

knew that she couldn’t leave at the moment. She had left

and needed to take hold of the identity as

stared at Elvis fixedly, “You’re sick, what is it? I know a little about medicines

can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

get away, she even walked closer to him.

and gastrodia elata. If my guess

you have insomnia.”

Olive in

Elvis’s handsome face,

the sleep disorder progresses, it will seriously affect a person’s mental state.

should rest and relax.”

long and narrow eyes

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

was very delicate. As long as

dead in no

please let go

air that she could breath was getting thinner and thinner. Olive’s small

a silver needle from

let go and

Elvis’s hand

breath. The man in front of her was way too dangerous. Just

from an elegant and noble man into

had no choice but surge ahead. She moved

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