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.”

support me, but I can support you, my

My Mrs. Augustine?

a beat. She collected the card and

got out of the car with

placed the card in her bag which she held. She entered the

Mrs. Samantha watching the TV and greeted

it went well?” Old Mrs Samantha responded with

a cake

together.”

Samantha’s face

to the

headed upstairs, but had

BP is high, just one bite of the cake

enough.”

paid zero attention to him and shoved the ninth fork

I have Elvis. The cake

Samantha’s attitude, she

you

don’t eat sugary

“Oh.”

your mouth.” Elvis said to Olive. Olive stretched out

licked the milk stain

she raised her eyes to look at him again, he had already proceeded to the

room.

serviette and wiped her lips

led an old man

“Grandma, who’s that man?”

he comes here once

Aiden was a world, renowned hypnotist. She

and was familiar

name.

Aiden must be treating Elvis of his insomnia. It seemed

serious than she

she headed

was messy, all the documents on the desk fell

Aiden’s hand

the desk with his hands on

his head and Olive’s narrow, deep

like a different person

just met him the previous night, she

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