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

don’t want it.” She

afford to support me, but

My Mrs. Augustine?

She collected the card

out of the

placed the card in her bag which she held.

sighted old Mrs. Samantha watching

it went well?” Old Mrs Samantha responded with a

cake on our way back, come let’s eat

together.”

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

the

He headed upstairs, but had paused when his eyes fell

your BP is high,

enough.”

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

have Elvis. The

Mrs Samantha’s

you want

I don’t eat sugary

“Oh.”

mouth.” Elvis said to Olive. Olive stretched

and licked the milk stain off

him again, he had already

room.

and

an

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

that’s Mr. Gregory Aiden, he

Aiden was a world, renowned hypnotist. She

was familiar with

name.

Elvis of his insomnia. It seemed that his

than she

she headed to the

documents on the desk fell on

in Mr. Aiden’s

stood in front of the desk with his hands on the table.

Elvis raised his head and Olive’s

a

had just met him the previous night,

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