The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

The party hall was filled with the lively sound of music, and the main event of the evening was about to begin.

Elvis stood tall and handsome on the podium at the center of the dazzling lights. His flawlessly perfect features appeared to be bathed in a layer of golden radiance, making it difficult to look directly at him.

The noble ladies blushed and gazed at him, their hearts pounding in a frenzy.

They all wanted to have the first dance with Elvis, but recently, rampant rumors about him and Princess Visionary led everyone to speculate that the lucky number tag had already been designated for Princess Visionary.

They all gathered around Clara,

“Princess Visionary, did Mr. Augustine choose you? Are you going to dance the first dance with him later?”

“Princess Visionary, we truly envy you.”

Showered with such attention, Clara had blossomed into a radiant smile. She remembered asking Elvis in the elevator carlier if he had chosen her, and he had mysteriously promised her a surprise.

This surprise was likely dancing the first dance with him.

Clara looked up at Elvis, and at that moment, his deep and narrow eyes faintly swept over to her.

It was like a confirmation and an implication, and Clara’s heart began to race.

At that moment, Clara glanced sideways and happened to see Olive standing in a corner.

resembling that of a maid meant that no one was

and Clara’s was like night

even straightened her posture, exuding pride and confidence akin to a fully

the personal secretary took the stage and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the highlight of tonight’s event is about to begin. Now, please welcome our CEO to personally draw the lucky number tag. The lady with the matching number will have the honor to dance the first dance

their number tags when they

number tag in her hand

almost

she knew she was chosen, until Elvis publicly

to draw the lucky number

pre-selected candidate, the noble ladies remained

held its

disappointed with Elvis. She knew the first dance had nothing to do with her, so she was busy eating a

had probably already chosen

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demeanor and adjusted her dress,

selected the lucky

of the pre-selected candidate, the noble ladies were still nervous. What if they

room waited with

Now, let’s invite our CEO to personally draw the lucky number tag. The lady with the

secretary spoke, the laughter grew louder,