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

of Olive, so she brought her

the man she was being

at this

front of her was arrogant and condescending. People

worship.

but at this moment, the man suddenly put

the table. He narrowed

became that of fright, he said hastily,

doctor now!”

bright eyes moved down. The hands that

a sign of

Is he sick?

eyes met hus. He turned abruptly and said to the

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

hold of the identity as the bride of

sick, what is it? I know a little about

I can

“Get out! Elvis growled.

Olive not get away, she even

Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is

you have insomnia.”

butler stared at Olive in shock, “Young

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

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

should rest and relax.”

long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He

and grabbed Olive’s neck.

very delicate. As long as he continued choking

dead in

please let go

air that she could breath was getting thinner and thinner.

pulled out a silver needle from her

go and sat on

Elvis’s hand

in front of her was way

could turn him from an elegant and noble

choice but surge ahead.

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