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 older

so she brought her back as

man she was being married

but at this moment,

of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help

worship.

say something, but at this moment, the man suddenly put both of

table. He narrowed his handsome eyes

butler’s expression became that of fright, he said hastily, “Young

doctor now!”

that were propped up in the table

like a

Is he sick?

abruptly and said to the butler, “Get

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

needed to take hold of the identity as the

fixedly, “You’re sick, what is it? I know a little

I can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

even walked closer to

and

you have insomnia.”

at Olive

on Elvis’s handsome face, “What’s

sleep disorder progresses, it will

should rest and relax.”

corners of Elvis’s long and narrow eyes grew redder

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

very delicate. As long as he

in

go

was getting thinner and

she quickly pulled out a silver needle from her

let go and sat on

Elvis’s hand

The man in front of her was way too

elegant and noble man into a monster at

but surge ahead. She moved behind

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