The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 8

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.”

shivered. “Why is he giving

don’t want it.” She

but I can support

My Mrs. Augustine?

beat. She

out of the

the card in her bag which she held.

Samantha watching the TV and greeted

back. Hope it went well?” Old

bought a cake on our way back, come

together.”

Mrs Samantha’s face has lit up, she

to the

headed upstairs, but had paused when his eyes fell

your BP is high, just one

enough.”

Mrs Samantha paid zero attention to him and shoved the ninth fork into

I have Elvis.

Old Mrs Samantha’s attitude, she chuckled

“Do you

thanks. I don’t eat sugary

“Oh.”

stain on the corner of your mouth.” Elvis

licked the milk stain off

to look at him again, he had already proceeded

room.

a serviette and wiped her lips

butler led an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

he

a beat. Mr. Aiden was a world,

was familiar with

name.

Aiden must be treating Elvis of his insomnia.

serious than

restless, hence she headed to the

the desk fell on the tiles ground, and

in Mr. Aiden’s hand was

front of the desk with his hands on

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

like a different

met him the previous night, she could

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