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 a

it.” She

support me, but I can

My Mrs. Augustine?

skip a beat. She collected the card and quickly opened

of the car

her bag which she held. She

watching the TV and greeted

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

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

together.”

please.” Old Mrs Samantha’s face

the dining

but had paused when his eyes

remember that your BP is high, just one

enough.”

him and shoved the ninth fork into

have Elvis. The cake

Samantha’s attitude, she chuckled

“Do you

thanks. I don’t eat sugary

“Oh.”

on the corner of your mouth.”

milk

at him again, he had already proceeded to

room.

serviette and wiped her lips

butler led an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

he comes here once

heart skipped a beat. Mr. Aiden was a

and was familiar

name.

his insomnia. It seemed that his sleep disorder

serious than

was restless, hence she headed

the documents on the

in Mr. Aiden’s

in front of the desk with his hands on

his head and Olive’s narrow, deep eyes met

looked like a

just met him the previous night, she could decipher

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