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

want it.”

but I can

My Mrs. Augustine?

beat. She collected the card and quickly opened

door and got out of the

carefully placed the card in her bag which

old Mrs. Samantha watching the TV and

it went well?”

a cake on our way back, come

together.”

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

to the dining

headed upstairs, but had paused when his

is high, just one bite of the cake

enough.”

zero attention to him and

have Elvis.

Mrs Samantha’s

“Do you

thanks. I don’t eat

“Oh.”

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

licked the milk stain off

eyes to look at him again,

room.

serviette and wiped her

led an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

Mr. Gregory Aiden, he

beat. Mr. Aiden

was familiar with

name.

be treating Elvis of his insomnia. It

than she

was restless, hence she

on the desk

Mr. Aiden’s hand

desk with his hands on the table. Hearing the door

head and Olive’s narrow,

looked like a

just met him the previous night, she could

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