Chapter 66
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Olive took out the black and gold card that Elvis had given her. Everyone was familiar with this kind of cards. It was a symbol of wealth and affluence.
The cashier quickly accepted the card and said enthusiastically, âSure Miss.â
Olive settled the bill in few seconds.
Gwenâs lips were thrown apart in disbelief.
âHow could that bastard of a girl have such a card? Besides, didnât I just see the word âAugustineâ on it?â.
Gwen didnât know much about Elvis, because Elvis wasnât familiar with her.
However, in LA, when one heard of the name âAugustineâ one would instantly think of Elvis Augustine.
Pamela who had tried all she could to maintain her eloquence, couldnât contend it any further, as an obvious irritable crack had appeared on her face.
She was convinced that the owner of the card must be Elvis Augustine.
How could Olive have Elvisâs card?
Olive had settled the bill and had walked towards Pamela. She tugged the bags properly, as they were slightly heavy.
Olive stopped beside Pamela and smiled softly.
âWhat would you call this?â
Pamelaâs face had become gloomy.
âYou know Elvis Augustine? Whatâs your relationship with Elvis Augustine?â
âPamela, you arenât that dumb. Guess for yourself. A man hands over his card to a woman, what would you think their relationship would be?â
Pamelaâs eyes conveyed the exact resentment as Monica. She abhorred Olive and North.
This hate generated right from childhood. Back then, Olive and North were always the focus of attention wherever they went. While Pamela most times was invisible.
âDo you regret your actions? Pamela, why were you so stupid to have demanded for a million dollar, when you could have requested for his card. Too bad youâll never experience the pleasure that comes with it.â Olive smirked and walked out of the boutique with North.
North was awed by Oliveâs savageness.
âGirl, youâre too bad! You didnât tell Pamela about your relationship with Elvis, thatâs perfect. Sheâll be left guessing. The thoughts of not being able to wrap her hands around something will definitely drive her crazy.â
Olive thought same. She knew Pamela too well. Her psychology was twisted, that she continuously craved for attention and fame.
If Olive was able to rob her of everything she had, and beat her at her own game, Pamela was bound to go bunkers. âNorth, where are we going now? Weâve already bought a lot of things.â Olive nagged.
North snorted, âMr. Augustine must have received the debit alert by now.â
Olive felt embarrassed. When she had used the card, her heart pounded faster. Now thinking of it, she was certain that she did make an unnecessary purchase.
âWhat would Elvis think?â Olive muntered under her breathe.
North pulled her by the arm and said, âOlive, a woman who knows how to spend will make a man love her the more. Whatâs Mr. Augustine afraid of? A few hundred thousand? Nay, heâs way above that.â
Olive could not refute.
North took Olive to a nail saloon in the mall.
âLetâs get a manicure.â
Olive had never had a manicure. She had been studying medicine and only knew how to make drugs. She didnât have the time to dress up..
The manicure lady asked.
âPretty girls, what kind of manicure do you want to have? Do you need a recommendation?â
North shook her head.
âNo, thank you miss. But weâll make the choice ourselves.â
North was an aesthetic fashionista. With her around, they wouldnât be needing another recommendation.
âOlive, what do you like?â
Olive flipped through the nail art book, she was dazzled by the colors in it.
North pointed to a color.
âHow about this?â Noth was referring to the pink beautiful color.
The manicure lady didnât hesitate to praise the color.
âPink is a spring of colours. Itâs very suitable for young girls.â
Olive was young enough. North blinked and added in a low voice, âMen will definitely like it.â Northâs meaning was obvious. Elvis was a man.
âUhm, which color are you going for?â Olive swiftly changed the topic.
North flipped through the art book.
âIâm searching for a color that my boss will like.â
As her bestfriend, Olive knew that North was referring to Raven.
Two years ago, after her eighteenth birthday, North had moved out of the Domino family house. She left LA and proceeded to the entertainment industry.
The entertainment industry was a double edge sword. One could make fame from it, and another could be scammed by big capitalist. Behind North was Raven. Raven had arranged for a good producer and manager for her.
Olive leaned forward and said to North.
âRaven seems very cold. He looks even more tough than Elvis.â
Without raising her head, North replied.
âYouâve been deceived by his appearance. Heâs very kind and less arrogant than Mr.
Augustine.â
North pointed to a color.
âThis maâam, Iâll go for this.â
Olive lowered her eyes and saw that North had chosen red. The color did look a little coquettish.
The lady had finished with Olive. The other worker was now attending to North. Olive stood up and walked to the balcony with bare foot.
She sighted a tall figure at the door. Raven walked in.
âMr. Raven, youâre here.â Olive said with a smile.
Raven glanced at the nail salon and inquired, âWhereâs North?â
âSheâs in, having her pedicure. Sheâll be done soon.â
Olive pushed the nail art hook to Raven and asked, âMr. Raven, which color do you think looks better?â