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

had then thought of Olive, so she brought her back as

understanding, the man she was being married to was

this moment, she was

was arrogant and

worship.

something, but at this

on the table. He narrowed his

of fright, he

doctor now!”

hands that

a sign

Is he sick?

abruptly and said to the butler, “Get

she couldn’t leave at the 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

can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

away, she even

Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata.

you have insomnia.”

at Olive in shock, “Young mistress,

face, “What’s the extent of your

sleep disorder progresses, it will

should rest and relax.”

corners of Elvis’s long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

long as

in no

go of her!” The butler

could breath was getting

pulled out a silver needle from her hair

go and

Elvis’s hand

in front of her was way

from an elegant and noble man into a

stage, she had no choice but surge ahead.

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