Chapter 8 Pushing Her to Wrestle

Gabriella and Pearl were stunned. It turned out that this man was really Olive’s gigolo.

Gabriella fell a slap in the face.

The store manager walked out of the kitchen with a cake. Elvis took the cake from him

and walked out of the shop.

Olive followed suit without bidding farewell to Gabriella.

Gabriella was astounded. She didn’t expect Olive to hire such high–quality gigolo.

“Gabriella, it looks like you really will be calling Olive Boss.” Pearl muttered in a daze.

Gabriella gouged fiercely at her with eyes. Pearl immediately laughed and said.”

Gabriella, what I mean is, Olive’s gigolo is so handsome. How much does it cost to hire

him?”

Pearls words quickly reminder her that if Olive could afford to hire him, so could she.

With this thought hovering over her mind. Gabriella became excited.

“Manager, can I please have the cake I bought. We’ll be leaving now.” Gabriella said

over the counter to the manager.

“I’m sorry young ladies. I’ll give back your money. I can even double the compensation.

I just can’t let you have the cake.”

“Why?” Gabriella and Pearl questioned in unison.

“The cake is for my dog now.” The manager responded.

“What the heck do you mean? You’re humiliating us!” Gabriella tapped the counter

angrily.

“I haven’t humiliated you guys enough. You both offended a big man. The cake is no

longer for you…”

The car arrived at the Red Villa. Elvis handed the black and gold card to Olive. “You

should have this.”

“Why is he giving me a

don’t want it.”

but I can support you,

My Mrs. Augustine?

skip a beat. She collected the card

out of the car with

her bag which she held. She

Samantha watching

you’re back. Hope it went well?” Old Mrs Samantha responded

went well. Elvis bought a cake on our way back, come let’s

together.”

Yes please.” Old Mrs Samantha’s face has lit up, she stood

to the

but had paused when his eyes fell on

is high, just one bite of the

enough.”

Samantha paid zero attention to him and

have Elvis. The cake

Old Mrs Samantha’s attitude, she chuckled and looked up

“Do you want

I don’t eat sugary

“Oh.”

the corner of your mouth.” Elvis said to Olive.

milk stain off her

eyes to look at him again, he had already proceeded

room.

a serviette and wiped her

an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

Gregory Aiden, he

heart skipped a beat. Mr. Aiden was a world, renowned hypnotist.

was familiar

name.

be treating Elvis of his

than

was restless, hence she headed to

the documents on the desk fell on the tiles

Aiden’s hand

front of the desk with his hands on the

his head and Olive’s narrow, deep eyes met

looked like a different

met him the previous night, she could decipher

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