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

Olive, so she brought her

prior understanding, the man she was being married

but at this

in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help

worship.

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

the table. He narrowed his handsome eyes and

became that of fright, he said

doctor now!”

bright eyes moved down. The hands that

bruising, like a sign of

Is he sick?

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

moment. She had left the

to take hold of the identity as the bride of the Red

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

I can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

even walked closer to him. “I smell some

as Lily Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If

you have insomnia.”

stared at Olive in shock, “Young mistress,

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

will

should rest and relax.”

narrow eyes grew redder and

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

very delicate. As long as he continued choking her,

dead in no

master please let go of

she could breath was getting

pulled out a silver needle from her

and

Elvis’s hand

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

could turn him from an elegant and noble man into

no choice but surge

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