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

don’t want it.” She

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

My Mrs. Augustine?

She collected the card and

of the car with the

bag which

sighted old Mrs. Samantha watching the TV

it went well?” Old Mrs

bought a cake on

together.”

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

the

He headed upstairs, but had paused

“Grandma, remember that your BP is high, just one

enough.”

attention to him and shoved the ninth fork into

I have Elvis. The

by Old Mrs Samantha’s

you

I don’t

“Oh.”

your mouth.” Elvis said

and licked the milk stain off

to look at him

room.

a serviette and wiped her lips

led an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

that’s Mr. Gregory Aiden, he comes here

beat. Mr. Aiden was a world, renowned hypnotist. She

was

name.

must be treating Elvis of his insomnia. It seemed that

serious than she

was restless, hence she

messy, all the documents on the desk fell on the tiles ground,

in Mr. Aiden’s hand

the desk with his hands on the table. Hearing the

head and

a different

had just met him the previous night,

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