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.”

eyes lash shivered. “Why is he giving me a

want it.” She rejected

but I can

My Mrs. Augustine?

heart skip a beat. She

out of the car with the

bag

watching the TV and greeted

went well?” Old Mrs Samantha

it went well. Elvis bought a cake on our way back, come

together.”

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

the dining

in. He headed upstairs, but had paused when

remember that your BP is high, just one bite of the

enough.”

paid zero attention to him and shoved the ninth fork

what I have Elvis. The cake really is

Mrs Samantha’s attitude, she chuckled

you

don’t eat

“Oh.”

corner of your mouth.”

and licked the milk

at him again, he had already proceeded

room.

serviette and wiped her lips

butler led an old man

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

he comes here once a

skipped a beat. Mr. Aiden was a world,

was familiar

name.

treating Elvis of his insomnia. It seemed that

than she

hence she headed to

the documents on the desk fell on

Mr. Aiden’s hand

desk with his hands

head and Olive’s narrow, deep eyes met

looked like a

had just met him the previous

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