The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband Chapter 120

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.
Patrick’s face conveyed a satisfied expression. He also never dreamt of becoming the
son–in–law to a powerful man like Elvis.
Patrick smiled flatteringly.
“Mr. Augustine, thank you for coming to Pamela’s birthday party. Let me introduce
myself, I’m Patrick, Pamela’s father. This is Pamela’s mother…” Patrick turned to
search for Monica, but she
hadn’t move forward with the rest.
Patrick noticed that Monica’s 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 Hart’s family once and had rescued Olive.
Back then, she had thought that Elvis was Olive’s gigolo. Therefore Monica wasn’t
impressed by him. She would never had thought that he was Elvis Augustine!
But. What was his relationship with Olive?
Monica’s head instantly exploded with questions, as she became unable to think.
Monica’s gaffe made Pamela and Patrick quite unhappy. Patrick quickly reprimanded in
a low voice,
“Monica, what are you doing?”
Pamela looked at Elvis and explained softly.
“Mr. Augustine, my mother’s reaction may be because she’s too happy to see you. I
hope you don’t
mind.”
Elvis hadn’t utter a word since he came in. His deep and narrow eyes landed on
Monica’s body, and his thin lips arched in a scoff.
Patrick almost jerked. He questioned in a low voice,
“Monica, when did you meet President Augustine? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Monica’s body was quickly covered in sweat.
“I…I…” 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
“Mr. Augustine, let me tell you something very hilarious. Olive’s supposed husband
claims to be her butler. And the now butler says that Olive’s birthday will celebrated in
the top floor by her husband. Isn’t it amusing?” She let out a little hysterical laugh and
rubbed her hands on Elvis’s shoulder.
Elvis looked up and his eyes fell on Olive. Olive’s 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.
“Why didn’t you tell them who your husband is?”
Olive shuddered for a moment and then replied,
“Even if I were them, I wouldn’t believe. They’ll all laugh at me.”
“I’m here. No one will dare to laugh at you. Tell them who your husband is.” Elvis’s low
and magnetic voice was full of connivance.
Pamela, Monica, Patrick and everyone in the hall were bemused. They really couldn’t
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.
“My husband is Elvis Augustine.”
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, it’s not true!
Pamela’s 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.
“Young master.”
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 Olive’s face. In the presence of everyone, he gently kissed Olive’s
forehead.
“Mrs. Augustine, my princess, happy birthday.”
The entire hall had exploded with murmurs.
“No way!”
“So the owner of the Red Villa is Elvis!”
“So Olive married Elvis!”
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!
Pamela’s 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!
“No, it’s not true!” Pamela hastily stepped forward and looked at Elvis with red eyes.
Mr. Augustine, you’re joking, aren’t you?”
Elvis let go of Olive He wrapped his hands around Olive’s soft waist and protected her
For you my Mrs Augustine, I’ll light a dozen fireworks.”