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 the

then thought of Olive, so

was being married to was nothing to

this moment, she

front of her was arrogant and condescending.

worship.

something, but at this moment, the

table. He narrowed his handsome

expression became that of fright, he

doctor now!”

eyes moved down. The hands that

a

Is he sick?

abruptly and said to the butler, “Get her

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

needed to take hold of the identity as

what is it?

can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

she even walked closer to

such as Lily Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is

you have insomnia.”

at Olive in

face, “What’s the extent of your sleep

it will seriously affect a person’s mental

should rest and relax.”

narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He reached

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

As long as he

dead in no

let go of her!” The butler

breath was getting thinner and thinner. Olive’s small

but she quickly pulled out a silver needle from

let go and sat

Elvis’s hand

front of her was

turn him from an elegant and noble

stage, she had no choice but surge ahead.

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