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

by the older

Olive, so she

man she was being married

at this moment,

was arrogant and condescending.

worship.

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

He narrowed his handsome eyes

that of fright, he said hastily, “Young master, I’ll

doctor now!”

moved down. The hands that

bruising, like a sign

Is he sick?

and said to the butler, “Get her

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

to take hold of the identity as

what is it?

I can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

only did Olive not get away, she even walked closer

cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is

you have insomnia.”

Olive in

eyes fell on Elvis’s handsome face, “What’s the extent of your

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

should rest and relax.”

Elvis’s long and narrow eyes grew redder

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

as he continued choking her, she was

dead in no

go

was getting thinner

a silver needle from her hair and

and sat on the

Elvis’s hand

gasped for breath. The man in front of

and noble

she had no choice but surge ahead. She

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