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

Naomi,

did that necklace around your neck come

grasped the necklace around her neck, “This…this

that icy snow, he could barely hold on anymore. It was a

brother, you fnust live! Big brother? Big

carefully looked at Elvis’s handsome face. Before Elvis’s powerful aura,

Naomi. His

now? I’ll let

sir,” Naomi said with a

have any difficulties in the

walked over and handed a note

ח 05 !

number.

note. She looked back at Elvis again, then.

home, and gave her your contact information. If Miss Hart finds

well.”

newspaper in his hand. “Then don’t let Olive know of Naomi’s existence. Do

playing with fire, because he

the villa and got into the Rolls–Royce Phantom. Peterson drove

to Olive. He informed

in, she responded by telling him that she’ll

could only imagine her whispering into his cars, as she

to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Why don’t we follow them and get our marriage certificate?”

her every night in the future, and

the message, but, a

timid and panicked cry for

“Save me…Save me…

and now called

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