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

had then thought of Olive, so

she was being married to was nothing to

but at this moment,

man in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People

worship.

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

narrowed his handsome

he said hastily, “Young

doctor now!”

bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped up in the table

like a sign

Is he sick?

He turned abruptly and said to

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

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

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

I can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

did Olive not get away, she even

and gastrodia elata. If my

you have insomnia.”

at Olive in shock, “Young

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

disorder progresses, it will seriously affect a

should rest and relax.”

and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier.

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

As long as he continued

dead in

master please let go of her!” The butler

that she could breath was getting thinner and

she quickly pulled out a silver needle from her hair

go and sat

Elvis’s hand

man in front of her was way

him from an elegant and

she had no choice but surge ahead. She

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