The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Elvis’s phone rang out, and it was a call from Olive.

Elvis immediately raised his thin lips, and his deep narrow eyes overflowed with a touch of joy and love. He pressed the answer button, “Hello,” he said.

“Mr. Augustine, good morning!” Olive’s sweet voice sounded.

“Morning, why are you so actively calling me today?” Elvis said, as he implied that he was flattered to receive her call early in the morning.

“Mr. Augustine, your parents have an appointment with the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce today. Aunt Annabelle has already gotten into your father’s car.”

Elvis’s handsome eyebrows sank, and he was silent for a few seconds.

“Mr. Augustine, I don’t think today is a good day. This divorce is probably impossible. I’m a little worried. Do you want to go over?”

Elvis pursed his lips, and then said, “Okay, I’ll drive to pick you up later.”

“Alright, thanks, Olive ended the call.

Elvis put down his phone. At this moment, he heard footsteps from upstairs and the girl was descending the stairs.

The girl’s clothes had been wet yesterday. Now, she was wearing a white dress that Elvis had prepared for her. She was delicate and beautiful, like a fragile butterfly, which made people crave to protect her.

The girl walked down and came to the dinning room. Her big watery eyes stared at Elvis, and her two small hands gently grasped the hem of her skirt, “Sir, thank you for saving me last night.”

The girl’s voice was soft and tender.

Elvis sat on the dining chair and did not move. He raised his narrow eyes and looked at the girl. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“My

is Naomi, Naomi

around your neck come

and tightly grasped the necklace around

he could barely hold on anymore. It was

you fnust live! Big brother? Big brother!” the voice had called out

Elvis’s handsome face. Before Elvis’s powerful aura, she

looked at Naomi. His face

are you going now? I’ll let the

Naomi said

is my contact information. If you have any difficulties in the future, you

moment, Peterson walked over and handed a note to Naoml. On the note was Elvis’s

ח 05 !

number.

moment, then she accepted the note. She looked back at

side. “Master, you brought this Naomi girl home, and gave her your contact information. If Miss Hart finds out about

well.”

landed on the financial newspaper in his hand. “Then don’t let Olive know of Naomi’s

fire, because he knew that Olive wasn’t easy to

breakfast, Elvis walked out of the villa and got into the Rolls–Royce Phantom. Peterson drove

message to Olive. He informed Olive

voice reply swiftly came in, she responded by telling him that she’ll be

could only imagine her whispering into his cars, as she laid in his arms. Elvis swallowed hard, and his hulging throat rolled

don’t we follow them

sleep with her

the

and Naomi’s timid and panicked cry for help

“Save me…Save me…

in danger and now called him