Chapter 442
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 442 Heâs done. He offended his father-in-lawl
Elvis reached out to hug Olive who was beside him, let her lie in his lap, phone in one hand, his other hand brushing the hair that had wrapped around Oliveâs small face, then lifted her up, smirked and said. âOlive is next to me. Sheâs very tired, sheâs already asleep.â
Elvisâ words almost told Damien that he and Olive had just slept together. Of course Damien heard it, he pursed his lips and asked, âDo you live with Olive?â
Elvis felt himself picking peach blossoms all the way. Marvin just left, he didnât expect Mr. Robert to love Olive, too. Now faced with this number one rival, Elvis naturally raged, âYes, I do. Mr. Robert, I think Iâve made that very clear. If youâre feeling lonely, I can introduce some women to you so you can have a good time.â
Damien on the other end said nothing but hung up the phone.
âBeepâ, there was only a busy tone.
âMr. Augustine,â Olive looked up at him with teary eyes, asking, âWho was that?â
Elvis threw the phone back on the nightstand, nonchalantly saying, âDamien.Robert.â
Damien Robert?
Olive quickly frowned and asked, âWhy did Mr. Robert call me? And Mr. Augustine, just now you said to introduce⦠a woman to Mr. Robert?â
Olive looked at him in surprise.
Elvis reached out and pinched her small pink cheek, âWhat? I introduced a woman to Damien. Do you have any objections?â
âWhat?â Olive pushed his annoying big hand away, saying, âI just feel like itâs not good for you to provoke Mr. Robert. He just hung up on you, obviously angry. If thereâs one day youâre down and left behind, how miserable will you be if you fall into his hands?â
Elvis naturally knew that he had angered Damien just now. He wasnât scared at all, on the contrary, he was gloating. He rolled over and pinned Olive down. âI donât want to marry his daughter Crystal. I donât care whether he is angry or not. I wonât fall into his hands. Mrs. Augustine, you are the one I want to marry, and I will only fall into the hands of your dad, my father-in-law!â
After the two âfightâ for a while, Elvis carried Olive into the bathroom and helped her shower.
It was very late now, Olive buried herself in the blankets, and fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. Elvis kissed her forehead, then went to the bathroom alone.
Elvis rushed out of the bathroom, wiping his wet short hair with a towel, but soon he was stunned to discover some of Oliveâs long hairs in the bathroom trash can.
She has started to lose her hair.
Elvisâs narrow, deep eyes were like ink, thick and bottomless, and he opened the door to his room and went to the office.
In the office, Elvis sat on a chair, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and began to smoke. The light in the office was very dim, making his handsome face unreadable.
At this time, Peterson came in and said in a low voice: âYoung Master, today is already the fourth day, the day that we agreed with Amelia will expire tomorrow. So far, Amelia hasnât actively contacted us.
Not even once. I donât know if she got the recipe for The Snap from Jean either.â
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Chapter 412 Heâs done. He effended his father in law!
⺠Elvis took a deep breath of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He lightly
tapped the cigarette into the ashtray, casually said: âI believe her, tomorrow she will definitely give me the recipe.â
Peterson nodded, âBy the way, young master, I have something to report to you. Didnât you tell me to keep an eye on Damien? Something happened over there.â
Elvis raised an eyebrow, âWhat?â
He made Peterson watch Damien long ago. That man wants to win his woman, but thereâs no way!
âYoung master, Damienâs place is very strange. Two days ago, his personal butler took two hairs to the identification department for a paternity DNA test.â
What?
As soon as Peterson finished speaking, Elvisâ smoking movement immediately stopped, he looked at Peterson. âPaternity DNA test? Damien and Crystal?â
Peterson nodded, âCertainly.â
Elvis had run the business since he was a teenager, and the slightest disturbance would have alerted him in no time, but he never thought that Damien would go for a DNA paternity test. Maybe⦠Crystal isnât his daughter at all.
So who is Damienâs daughter?
Elvis suddenly remembered this time Damien had noticed Olive, just now Damien personally called.
Olive. Could it be?
Oh, God!
The tip of the cigarette butt in Elvisâ hand fell directly into the ashtray. He got up from his office chair, then turned his body in front of the French window with his hands on his hips.
Peterson looked at Elvis suspiciously, asking, âYoung master, what happened?â
Nothing happened, but⦠he fell into Damienâs hands!
Elvis is completely blind from jealousy, he assumes that Damien has shameless thoughts about Olive, so he always sees him as a strong enemy. Who knows that Damien isnât his love rival at all, but⦠his father-in-law?
Elvis quickly thought about how he had offended Damien. Thatâs right, he said harsh words in front of him. Having just slept with his daughter, he brazenly said that when he was free he would introduce some women to his father-in-law. Now Elvisâs heart is really broken.
What must he do?
What should he do?â
Elvis feels he has to calm down. He will fix it!
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When Elvis returned to the room, Olive was asleep. He put his arm around her, whispering in her ear, âWake up, Olive.â
Olive opened her eyes in surprise. She was like a kitten in Elvisâ lap, her soft sleepy voice said: âDonât make a noise, Iâm so sleepy, I want to sleep.â
âOlive, letâs sleep later. Do you have a picture of your mom? Give me one.â
âYes.â Olive reached out her small hand to touch the bag on the nightstand, then carefully pulled out a photograph from the inner drawer, âThis is the only picture of me and my mum.â
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Elvis quickly took the photo, âLend me the picture, Iâll give it back to you.â
âWhat do you want my momâs picture for?â Olive asked, confused.
Elvis reached out and patted her small head, âSleep.â
Olive finds him mysterious and doesnât know what he wants to do, so she warns, âThen donât lose or damage the photo.â
âDonât worry. This photo is my amulet. I also rely on my mother-in-law to protect me.â Elvis put the photo away, lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead, âSleep.â