The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband Chapter512

Chapter 512 Elvis, do you still love me?
Elvis’s eyes darkened.
At this time, the bosses around laughed and said:
“Mr. Augustine, you are really powerful. You made the little beauty scared.”
“How about this? Little beauty, in order not to lose too badly, you can admit defeat to Mr. Augustine, saying “I lost’. You have such a beautiful voice, it’s even better to say ‘I lost.”
“Look, Mr. Augustine brought his new favorite Hazel here. Miss Hazel is a new singer with a beautiful voice, where do you put Miss Hazel? She will be jealous.”
“There’s a chance to let Little Beauty and Miss Hazel compare their voices to see who sounds better.”
These bosses were becoming more and more unscrupulous, and they were all booing and talking.
Olive picked up the billiards stick, saying. Thank you for your kindness, I won’t accept defeat. Until the end, let’s see who wins and who loses!”
Speaking of which, Olive pointed the billiards stick in her hand to the colored ball. This ball was very important. If she can hit the heart, then she can defeat Elvis.
Elvis saw her refusing to admit defeat, and she was now aiming for the colored ball, concentrating her mind on it, a beautiful strand of hair falling out and tangling around her rosy neck, her serious and attentive figure particularly dazzling
Elvis stepped forward on his long legs to Olive’s back, the hatred in his heart slowly overflowing. He couldn’t help but raise his hand, slapping Olive’s hot butt.
“Bam.” the crunchy sound of a hand slapping the butt echoed throughout the billiards room.
Everyone present was stunned. Who would have thought that Elvis would step up and slap Olive’s bun?
Olive was defenseless. When her butt radiated a burning pain, her eyes quickly turned red, and she instinctively exclaimed. “Ah!”
Elvis’ slap was cruel. It hurt.
What is he doing?
Is he crazy?
Olive raised her eyes and gave the mastermind a hard look.
Elvis looked at her red eyes from being bullied by him. He was in a very good mood. He raised his heroic sword brows, revealing the frivolity and evil charm of a man in his thirties from the corners of his narrow eyes, and he said with a h oar se smile, “Tve tried it for you, and her voice actually sounds better than Hazel’s.”
The CEOs present were all talented people. If they couldn’t feel Elvis’s intentions for Olive, then they had been fooling around for so many years.
Elvis cares a lot about Olive, and that’s naked and frank, otherwise he wouldn’t have slapped Olive’s as s.
Originally, these bosses wanted to steal Olive and make her their little mistress, but now that Elvis is aggressively interfering and taking the woman from their hands, they can only… obediently give the woman out. Mr. Augustine first, please!
Olive’s hand sized face turned red and then white, she could sense the vanity of Elvis. He wore a handmade shirt and trousers, a luxury watch on his wrist, a belt around his waist… all of these items were over a million. That’s a symbol of his current status and wealth. But who would have thought that he would act like a scu mbag seriously? He is the prime example of a polite s cu m.
He is no different from the bosses present here. They all see her as a tool for entertainment. Olive felt his humiliation and disrespect.
“President Augustine, what do you mean?” Olive raised her eyebrows and asked directly.
Elvis’ tall, handsome body approached her, then he took her soft, boneless hand from behind, as if teaching her to play pool.
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Chapter 512 Eis, do you still love me?
But outsiders could see how vague this position was. The more Olive was annoyed, she twisted her waist like a water snake wanting to get out of his arms and restraint, “Let go of me!”
It’s been three years, it doesn’t seem that Olive didn’t remember his warm and strong embrace. His shoulders had become firmer and thicker, and even his arms had become stiffer and stronger, but she couldn’t feel any warmth. His whole body was cold and hard, so she dared not touch him.
She also didn’t want to be hugged by him again and humiliated by him in this situation.
Elvis used his domineering force to hug her slender body into his chest, his thin lips fell to her snow-white earlobes, and warned in a deep voice: “Are you moving again?”
Olive quickly felt the changes in her body. For the past three years, her time in Visionary had been virtually frozen, and she had never been in contact with any man. Now a layer of blush quickly spread over her snow-white earlobes.
“Elvis, what exactly do you want to do?” Olive asked.
Her jet-black hair brushed against his handsome cheek, the familiar sweet scent of her body entering his nose, making him itch.
Elvis curled his thin lips in an evil are, then said each word in a voice both of them could hear. “Now I give you two choices. One is to sleep with me tonight, the other is to sleep with them.”
Olive’s clear pupils suddenly constricted, the blush on her earlobes instantly disappeared, leaving only a pale look. So this was what he meant.
“Elvis, do you still… love me?” Olive asked softly.
Love?
Elvis found the word ironic and ridiculous. He still vividly remembered three years ago, how condescendingly and emotionlessly she had said to him, “Elvis, you’d better stop loving me. As long as I see a little love on your face, I’ll laugh at you!”
She said it herself!
“I don’t love you anymore. Now, I just hate you.”
Olive knew his answer would be like this, but she asked the question anyway. Maybe she just wanted to put an end to il
“You don’t love me anymore, why do you still want to sleep with me?”
“Oh.” Elvis forced a laugh out of his throat, “Olive, why are you so naive now? Even though I don’t love you, I have normal physical desires. If I don’t sleep with you, I will sleep with other women. You can surpass those women in every way, why don’t I let you serve me? Three years ago, you stabbed me and threw me like trash, now that you’re back, I’ll let you voluntarily submit to me and serve me, isn’t this perfect?”
Olive knows that. Turns out the relationship is gone, and he can still do the intimacy that only lovers do, which is a big irony indeed.
Now Elvis only hates her, just wants to torture, humiliate and possess her.
Olive hid the gloom in her eyes, then forcefully pushed Elvis away. She lifted her red lips, revealing a hint of sharpness, “President Augustine, I won’t choose either of these options. I won’t sleep with any of you.”
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