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.”

is he giving me

don’t want it.” She rejected

afford to support me, but I can support you, my Mrs.

My Mrs. Augustine?

skip a beat. She collected the card and quickly opened

door and got out of the car with the

the card in her bag which she

sighted old Mrs. Samantha watching the TV

Hope it went well?” Old

went well. Elvis bought a cake on our

together.”

Samantha’s face has

to the dining

in. He headed upstairs, but had paused when his eyes

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

enough.”

to him and shoved

have Elvis. The cake really is

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

“Do you

don’t eat sugary

“Oh.”

a stain on the corner of your mouth.” Elvis said to

milk stain off

she raised her eyes to look at him again, he had already

room.

took a serviette and wiped her

butler led an old man

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

Gregory Aiden, he comes here once

beat. Mr. Aiden was a world, renowned

was

name.

be treating Elvis of his insomnia.

than

restless, hence she headed to the study

messy, all the documents on the desk

in Mr. Aiden’s hand

the desk with his

Elvis raised his head and Olive’s narrow, deep eyes met

looked like a

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