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

so she

man she was being married to

about, but at this moment, she was

arrogant and

worship.

but at this moment, the man suddenly put

narrowed his handsome eyes and

butler’s expression became that of fright, he said

doctor now!”

bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped

like a sign of

Is he sick?

said to the butler, “Get

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

and needed to take hold of the identity as the bride of

is

can treat

“Get out! Elvis growled.

only did Olive not get away, she even walked closer to him. “I smell some

and gastrodia elata. If

you have insomnia.”

Olive in shock,

fell on Elvis’s handsome face,

progresses, it will seriously

should rest and relax.”

and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier.

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

very delicate. As long as he continued choking her, she was

in

let go of

that she could breath was getting thinner and thinner.

a silver

go and sat on

Elvis’s hand

of her was way too dangerous. Just a

an elegant and noble man into

but

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