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 me a

don’t want it.”

can’t afford to support me, but

My Mrs. Augustine?

felt her heart skip a beat. She collected

out of the car with

card in her bag which she

old Mrs. Samantha watching the TV and greeted

went well?” Old

cake

together.”

my. Yes please.” Old Mrs Samantha’s face

to the dining

walked in. He headed upstairs, but had paused

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

enough.”

attention to him and shoved the

I have Elvis. The cake

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

“Do you

I don’t eat

“Oh.”

mouth.” Elvis said to Olive.

and licked the milk stain

him again, he had already proceeded to the

room.

took a serviette and wiped

an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

that’s Mr. Gregory Aiden, he comes here once a

a beat. Mr. Aiden was

was familiar

name.

be treating Elvis of his insomnia.

than

restless, hence she headed

the

Mr. Aiden’s hand

his hands

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

looked like a different

met him the previous night, she could

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