Chapter 33
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 33 Olive Playing Cards Olive raised her head and meet Elvisâs narrow eyes. Elvis sat on the main table. He was wearing a fine black shirt and black trousers.
When Harry shouted, Elvis had a cigarette around his fingers. He looked up at Olive, the smoke obscured his handsome face, but she could vaguely see his heroic eyebrows frown lightly. He exhaled a puff of smoke slowly.
Olive was a little embarrassed to be pushed in, but now that she had bumped into Elvis, she was even more embarrassed.
âYoung master Harry, where did this little beauty come from? Is she the one here for you?â The boss asked Harry.
But was obvious that they regarded Olive as the girl who was hook up Elvis. Harry looked at Elvisâs face.
Elvis had already withdrawn his gaze, he threw the card out of his hand with a deep and indifferent expression.
Pretending not go know each other?
Harry smiled calmly. He didnât mind to gossip. Besides, he didnât mind watching their dramas. He greeted Olive, âCome serve us some wine.â
One of the greasy bosses reached out and grabbed Oliveâs slender arm, âLittle beauty, what are you doing with a mask on your face? Seeing that you have such a beautiful figure, your face would not be so bad, right? Take off the mask and let us let us take a look of your beautiful face.â
The greasy boss reached out and made to take off her mask.
Olive quickly avoided his hands with a frown, âI think thereâs a mistake somewhere. Iâm not the lady who is here to hook up with you or serve you. Let me go!â
âBeauty, do you realize the kind of people in here? It doesnât matter if you initially was the one to keep us accompany or to serve us. We really donât care!â
Olive remembered what the manager had told her earlier, he had said that the place was filled with bigwigs in LA and that she could not afford to offend them.
Olive didnât want to get into trouble either, but she was unlucky today to be pushed into this game.
âWhy donât we make a bet on whether this girl here is ugly or looks like an angel after her mask is taken off.â
âOkay, this is interesting. I bet that sheâs ugly. If she looked stunning, she wouldnât be wearing an hijab. Beauty is a womanâs biggest weapon.â
âI bet she looks breath-taking, because her body is really gorgeousâ¦âone of the men countered.
On such occasions, menâs conversation were mainly about women and their body. Olive was trapped inside and was opportune to hear them.
Olive was clothed in a small velvet dress. The fringed skirt was placed below her knees.
Obediently, she had a slender frame.
Even if nothing was revealed, the coolly dressed ladies in the luxurious room had already been suppressed by her. Olive glanced at Elvis who was in the main seat. He was smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed. A beautiful woman sat beside him.
He was aloof and ruthless.
Even as she was in deep trouble, he would not help her. He treated her as a stranger.
Although this was what she hoped for, so as to draw a line between them, but Olive still felt her heart ache.
The greasy boss who wasdragging her came to take off her mask again.
âBeauty, the stakes are all set, letâs see your face.â
âHold on.â Olive said quickly.
âWhat do you have to sayâ? The boss halted.
23:24 The Substitute Bride: Dotad bir M. Dillâ¦â¦.
Chapter 33 Olive Playing Cards âI said already that, Iâm not the lady who was meant to be here. Let me play a game with you. If I win, you let me go. If I donât, then youâll decide what ever you want me to do.â
She wanted playing cards. There were lots of women around these men. Thin, fat, women of different race and shapes.
However, there werenât much cool and smart women that could play tricks like Olive.
Her decision aroused the curiosity of these men.
âYou canât escape our grasp. Why donât you play a game? Itâll more interesting.â Olive sat at the poker table with Elvis beside her.
Elvis didnât utter a word the entire time. He only smoked his cigarette elegantly. But he was the king of the audience.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Olive and reminded her kindly, âNo one can win my bro at poker. How about you first ask my bro to have mercy on you.â
Olive said nothing. She didnât want to beg him.
Elvis didnât show any emotions, but his entire aura was cold, he threw his cigarette into the ashtray with a layer of anger.