Chapter 120
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 120 Mrs. Augustine, My Little Princess When Elvis arrived, everyone rushed forward and surrounded him.
Amidst all the greetings and praises, Pamela lifted her head and looked at Elvis who was beside her. He was so alluring that no one did dare to look directly at him.
Pamela had already dreamt of having a man who would stand beside her and command all the respect and supreme honour.
The dream of hers had finally come true.
Patrickâs face conveyed a satisfied expression. He also never dreamt of becoming the sonâinâlaw to a powerful man like Elvis.
Patrick smiled flatteringly.
âMr. Augustine, thank you for coming to Pamelaâs birthday party. Let me introduce myself, Iâm Patrick, Pamelaâs father. This is Pamelaâs motherâ¦â Patrick turned to search for Monica, but she hadnât move forward with the rest.
Patrick noticed that Monicaâs face was pale unlike her earlier excited appearance.
Monica was staring at Elvis with awe. Her eyes were widened and her face conveyed an unbelievable expression.
Although Monica was severely injured some weeks back, she still had a perfect memory and she quickly recognized Elvis.
Elvis has been to the Hartâs family once and had rescued Olive.
Back then, she had thought that Elvis was Oliveâs gigolo. Therefore Monica wasnât impressed by him. She would never had thought that he was Elvis Augustine!
But. What was his relationship with Olive?
Monicaâs head instantly exploded with questions, as she became unable to think.
Monicaâs gaffe made Pamela and Patrick quite unhappy. Patrick quickly reprimanded in a low voice, âMonica, what are you doing?â
Pamela looked at Elvis and explained softly.
âMr. Augustine, my motherâs reaction may be because sheâs too happy to see you. I hope you donât mind.â
Elvis hadnât utter a word since he came in. His deep and narrow eyes landed on Monicaâs body, and his thin lips arched in a scoff.
Patrick almost jerked. He questioned in a low voice, âMonica, when did you meet President Augustine? Why didnât you tell me?â
Monicaâs body was quickly covered in sweat.
âIâ¦Iâ¦â She stammered.
Pamela noticed that Monica was a little embarrassed and ashamed before Elvis. She swiftly changed the topic.
Chapter 120 Mis Augustine My Little Princess âMr. Augustine, let me tell you something very hilarious. Oliveâs supposed husband claims to be her butler. And the now butler says that Oliveâs birthday will celebrated in the top floor by her husband. Isnât it amusing?â She let out a little hysterical laugh and rubbed her hands on Elvisâs shoulder.
Elvis looked up and his eyes fell on Olive. Oliveâs pair of black eyes were also looking at him.
Looking at each other, Elvis slowly licked his lips and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face.
âWhy didnât you tell them who your husband is?â
Olive shuddered for a moment and then replied, âEven if I were them, I wouldnât believe. Theyâll all laugh at me.â
âIâm here. No one will dare to laugh at you. Tell them who your husband is.â Elvisâs low and magnetic voice was full of connivance.
Pamela, Monica, Patrick and everyone in the hall were bemused. They really couldnât comprehend what was going on.
The hall was so silent, that a tiny needle would be heard if fallen to the ground.
Olive turned to face the confused Pamela.
âMy husband is Elvis Augustine.â
Loud gasps were heard in the hall. As the entire hall was engulfed with perplexity.
What? What was Olive saying? Was her husband Elvis Augustine?
No, itâs not true!
Pamelaâs beautiful face had turned wan. All the brightness that she previously exuded was completely wiped away. She felt as though she was pushed into a freezing cold pool.
Mr. Henry courtesied respectfully, with his head bowed.
âYoung master.â
Elvis walked over with his long legs. Everyone hastily gave way. He came to Olive as an elegant lion. walking through the jungle.
His hands caressed Oliveâs face. In the presence of everyone, he gently kissed Oliveâs forehead.
âMrs. Augustine, my princess, happy birthday.â
The entire hall had exploded with murmurs.
âNo way!â
âSo the owner of the Red Villa is Elvis!â
âSo Olive married Elvis!â
Patrick and Monica were so perplexed that they felt an electric current flow through their body.
They had never imagined that the owner of the Red Villa would be Elvis. Olive was already Mrs. Augustine!
Pamelaâs pupils shrank, and her heart was completely shattered. Over the years, she had always dreamt of marrying Elvis. She had always envisioned the Mrs. Elvis Augustine position!
âNo, itâs not true!â Pamela hastily stepped forward and looked at Elvis with red eyes.
Mr. Augustine, youâre joking, arenât you?â
Elvis let go of Olive He wrapped his hands around Oliveâs soft waist and protected her For you my Mrs Augustine, Iâll light a dozen fireworks.â