Chapter 712 Who Is She?
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Looking at Oliveâs nervous and concerned expression, Bounty suddenly felt angry. She always felt that Elvis was not worthy of such a good girl like Olive.
âOlive, nothing happened to Elvis. You donât have to worry. Heâs doing fine right now.â
Bounty handed her photo to Olive, as she showed her the picture she had taken earlier.
Olive immediately saw Elvis. He was holding a girl in his arms. The girl was wearing his suit and her face was buried in his arms. The two of them looked very close.
In the past few years, there had been a lot of scandalous rumors about Elvis. Different kind of women also hovered around him, but Elvis had always kept a safe distance from them. However, with this girl in his arms, it was different.
Olive had the most sensitive sense. She could see at a glance how special the girl was to Elvis.
Who was the girl?
She remembered that Elvis had driven to pick her up, but he suddenly called to say that there was something wrong at the company.
Now that the truth came out, he did not go to the company at all, but was with a girl.
He actually lied.
It was the first time in so many years that Olive had seen Elvis lie. He actually told her a lie because of a girl.
âOlive, before I came, I saw Elvis outside express hotel. This girlâs name is Naomi and her family is very poor. She is already married, but her husband abuses her. I heard that in the express hotel, her husband specially took her to a room and whipped her. Later, i saw that Elvis had rushed over to save the girl like a hero. I watched him carry Naomi away,â Bounty narrated her truth Olive was silent for a few seconds, then she said, âPrincipal Bounty, thank you for telling me this. Iâll send you home first. Then Iâll go to Elvis, and ask him about the Naomi girlâ
Bounty looked at Olivesâs calm and intelligent appearance, she said, âOlive, donât be afraid. If Elvis really hurts you, you can kick him out of your life. There are many men who likes you. There are lining up for your attention.â she reminded.
Olive was amused, as she listened to Bounty.
Olive took Bounty home, and then she went directly to Elvisâs villa.
The maid opened the villaâs door and Olive walked in. At this moment, Peterson hurried over.
âMiss Hart, why are you here? Why didnât you inform us that you were coming. I could have picked you up.â Peterson said tensely.
Olive smiled, âI just wanted to surface unannounced. I want to see if your master is picking up some chick on the roadside behind my back.â
Peterson felt guilty and his eyes flashed.
Olive could see Petersonâs guilty expression, âWhereâs Elvis? Upstairs?â
With that, she lifted her foot and was about to go upstairs to find Elvis.
âMiss Hart, âPeterson quickly blocked Olive, âMiss Hart, why donât you sit down first and Iâll report to master that youâre here.â
Olive halted. She straightened her slender and beautiful back, and her bright eyes looked at Peterson, and she ordered, âGet out of the way!â
Petersonâs scalp went numb. Olive was not an ordinary woman. She was a daughter of Visionary, and her courage was not inferior to her master. How could he dare to stop her?
Peterson obediently stepped aside.
âMaster, what did I tell you? Youâre playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, youâre done!â Peterson cried inwardly.
Olive went upstairs and pushed open the door of the guest room. There was a pungent smell of disinfectant in the room. There were many doctors and nurses in white coats. They were treating Naomiâs wounds.
Naomi changed into a white dress and laid timidly on the bed. When the disinfectant touched her wound, she sighed in pain. Her big eyes were red and she was really pitiful.
Elvis stood beside her, as he watched the doctor treat Naomiâs wound.
At this moment, the door was pushed open. Elvis turned his head and saw Olive standing by the door.
âOlive, why are you here?â Elvis quickly walked over and held Oliveâs soft hand.
A smile appeared on Olivesâs beautiful face. She even winked at him, âI heard that you picked up a girl, so I came to take a look.â
Elvis raised his head, his sharp eyes brushed past Olive, and landed on Peterson.
Peterson suddenly began sweating, as he swore inwardly that he had nothing to do with it.
Olivesâs bright eyes diverted from Elvisâs handsome face to Naomiâs face. She saw that Naomi also raised her big red eyes and now stared at her.
Olive walked to the bedside. She looked down at Naomi, and then she smiled at Elvis, âWho is she, Mr.
Augustine?â
Elvis felt that Oliveâs smile was particularly bright tonight. He held tighter to her hand, âHer name is Naomi.â
âBig Brother, Iâ¦â Naomi. said softly and timidly.
Olive interrupted her, âBig brother? Mr.Augustine, why am I not aware that Aunt Annabelle has a daughter?â
Elvis quickly pursed his thin lips. He stretched out his strong arms and wrapped his arms around Oliveâs slender waist.
âSheâs Naomi, a girl that I ran over last night. So, I had brought her back.â
Since Olive came in. She had not even spoken to Naomi. She was just talking to Elvis. Her aura of a righteous lady had crushed Naomi.
Naomi sat on the bed, her face pale and weak.
Peterson, who stood at the door couldnât help but give Olive a thumbs up. To him, Olivesâs presence was indeed different.
Olive reached out and pushed Elvis away. She seemed to suddenly remember that there was someone else in the room called Naomi.
âPeterson, come over and get me a chair,â Olive said to Peterson.
âAlright, Miss Hart, Peterson quickly stepped forward and brought a chair.
âMiss Hart, please take a seat.â
Olives sat close to the edge of the bed, and her bright eyes stared straight at Naomi.
Peterson was about to retreat to the side, but at this moment, he felt Elvisâs fierce gaze on him.
Elvisâs stared resentfully at Peterson, as Peterson stood quietly.