The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 501 Elvis’s Son
Clara has grown up in a ha rem since childhood, so she is definitely not an ordinary girl. She has a great vision. Honestly, she never noticed the pretty girls around Elvis. She must slowly enter his heart before she can share the glory with him.
Elvis didn’t come to her birthday party today, but sent his personal secretary Andrew here, which was already very good to her. Clara was so happy. Men don’t like greedy women, so she just wants to be an easily satisfied woman. Now that Andrew said that Elvis had prepared a gift for her, Clara’s heart was touched, and her eyes lit up. She gave him the sweet smile of a 20-year-old girl, asking. “Really? What present did Mr. Augustine prepare for me?” Andrew looked at Clara in front of him, who was also 20 years old. Andrew saw that person’s image in Clara.
In the past three years. Clara had become more and more like that person. From the gesture of talking, every frown. every smile of hers was like that person’s sweet delicate smile. She really looked like that person, so much so that even Andrew felt a hit dizzy when he saw her.
Three years passed like the tide, everything that happened that year was washed away by time, and that person seemed to disappear overnight from everyone’s sight.
Everyone seems to have forgotten her.
But it seems that she still lives in the depths of people’s memories.
Her name has become taboo.
“Wow.”
Elvis prepared a birthday present for Clara, and everyone quickly exclaimed their anticipation and excitement. What was this birthday present anyway?
At this time. Andrew took two steps back. Behind him, two men dressed in black stepped forward. They snapped their fingers, and the birthday party lights quickly went out.
Everything was dark, and the scene was full of mysterious tension.
At this time, a “pop” and another snap of fingers rang out, in the banquet hall a variety of fireworks exploded and fell like a meteor shower.

In the end, all the fireworks were spelled with a capital C, and a princess tiara with the letter C appeared, with the meaning of wishing Princess Clara a happy birthday.
Elvis gave Clara a magical, romantic fireworks display like an idol movie and directly touched the girl’s heart. The fireworks display had ended, and the lights in the banquet hall were turned on again.
“Wow.”
Those noble ladies and stars couldn’t take it anymore, they covered their mouths with their hands, surrounding Clara in envy and jealousy.
“Princess Clara, Mr. Augustine is so romantic, my heart is pounding.”
“The only woman who can make Mr.Augustine celebrate her birthday like this is our Princess Clara.”
“Princess Clara, you and Augustine will have good news coming soon, won’t you?”
Clara blushed, really didn’t expect that vis would give her a magical fireworks display. Often those rich bosses. would give her jewels and diamonds, the Most Favored Princess had no shortage of these, and in her opinion, giving her jewels and diamonds is careless and perfunctory, no man’s taste.
Now Fivis actually gave her a fireworks show in the palace. Clara’s heart pounded, and she admitted that she loved Elvis with all her hear.
Her vision wasn’t wrong. From the first time she’d seen Elvis three years ago, she’d known this man, from his blood, exuding elegance, and decency, having quite good taste, and being a delicate and seductive man
Clara wasn’t complacent, the image she created for herself was a pure and charming little girl. She covered her red. face with her small hands, then gracefully looked at the people around her, saying, “Oh, you’re all laughing at me, I don’t talk to you anymore.”
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Clara turned her back and ran away.
Everyone laughed from behind: “Princess Clara, where are you going? I think you left the birthday party to call President Augustine, haha.”
Clara left the banquet hall, she stood in the hallway, took out her cell phone, and dialed a familiar number.
The melodious cell phone rang for a while, then it was picked up, and a warm magnetic voice slowly came to her ear. “Hello”
Elvis was on the other end of the line!
Clara pinched the phone, calling him in a sweet and gentle voice, “Mr. Augustine=”
At this time, at the airport, a luxurious private jet slowly landed, with a golden letter A printed on the fuselage.. This is Elvis’s private jet, and it is also the only symbol of his high status as the number one tycoon.
There were a lot of people waiting. They wore green cards around their necks, and stood dignified and reverent at either end, all waiting for Elvis to get off the plane.