Chapter 107


    Chapter 107 Mr. Augustine, You Silly Sweet


    Monica took a picture of Mr. Henry and quickly forwarded it to Pam.


    A few secondster. Pam’s call came in. She was extremely excited.


    “Mom, is this the old man that Olive married? It looks as though he’s eighty years old.


    How did Olive marry an old man!” Pam almost burst into a loudughter.


    Monica stared at Mr. Henry who was inside the mansion.


    “Pam, that’s right, this is Olive’s ghost husband. At his age, he’s old enough to be


    Olive’s grandfather. I’m certain that Elvis Augustine will definitely kick Olive out of his life


    once he sees this.”


    “Mom, you’re amazing. Why are you so smart? You brought Olive back from the


    countryside and married hey to the old man in the Red Vi.” Pam expressed her


    admiration for Monica.


    Monica smiled satisfactorily.


    “Yeah, Pam. Mom has already paved the way for you. Let’s wait and see!”


    After hanging up. Monica looked at Patrick.


    “Patrick, we all have to work hard for Pam’s happiness. After all, Olive isn’t your


    biological daughter, and she’s not close to you. She and Elvis are together and you’re


    not benefiting by any way. The good thing is that the ghost husband of the Red Vi has


    been exposed, how can Elvis endure it?”


    If Olive was kicked out by Elvis, then his proud and favorite daughter, Pam, would be


    able to take over the throne.


    Patrick felt elighted. Now that he was happy, Monica was much more appealing to his


    eyes than past days.


    “Monica, just go ahead and do whatsoever you have to do. I’m giving you my full


    support.” Patrick said happily. It was the first words that he had said to her in the past


    few days. It was a good sign to Monica, she didn’t relent to unt the joy that she felt as


    her face beamed with excitement.


    “I know, Patrick.” She replied cheerfully.


    Olive was on her way back to the Red Vi when her phone beeped indicating a


    message from North.


    “Olive, who is this old man?” North had forwarded a photo of Butler Henry.


    Olive nced at it and responded,


    “It’s our butler at the Red Vi, uncle, Henry.”


    North’s message came in again,


    “Is he the ghost you got married to?”


    What?


    Olive knew instantly that something wasn’t right, she suddenly clicked on the newsfeed


    and the trending search was all about her again.


    “Olive married an old man?”


    “Olive’s husband really did hide perfectly!”


    “Is it now justified that Olive cheated on her marriage? After all, he can’t satisfy her.”


    “Mr. Augustine really is pitiful. I doubt that he would have ever imagine that he would be


    smashing an old man’s wife.”


    Olive swallowed hard as she read through thements. She didn’t expect that Mr.


    Henry would be mentioned as her husband.


    Suddenly, Olive received a series of notifications, she clicked on her notification box


    and saw that she was tagged in a particr post, and was mentioned multiple times.


    She clicked on the post and it was from old Mrs. Samantha. The olddy had posted a


    message on her ount, she was criticizing Elvis fiercely.


    “What exactly did Elvis Augustine want? He’s rich, handsome, charming, and stupid.


    Why did he pester my Olive and destroy our family? This is immoral!.” Her post read.


    The post had only been posted for ten minutes, but the numbers ofments and


    repost were thousands.


    “OMG! This family’s scandal is aic relief.”


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    “The current public opinion is really biased. If a man cheats, he’s apuded, but now


    that a woman cheated, she’s been crucified, our society needs to do better.”


    “Am I the only one who demands that Olive publishs a book? And the book should be


    on how to raise a bad child.”


    Olive swiped through thements, once she had read enough, she went to


    homepage. The numbers of her followers had increased from eighteen million to twenty


    three million. She totally surpassed Pam.


    North’s message came in again.


    “Olive, you’re such a celebrity. With just one post the attention and rage was diverted to


    Mr. Augustine. But, Olive, is this really good? I think Mr. Augustine has spoilt you too


    much.


    She definitely didn’t make the post, but she was still concerned on how Elvis was gonna


    react to it.


    Back at the Red Vi, Olive quickly grabbed old Mrs. Samantha’s hands to express


    gratitude to her, “Grandma, you’re really amazing.”


    Madam Samantha patted Olive’s hand dotingly.


    “Olive, your father and stepmother were here today. I deliberately allow uncle Henry, to


    introduce himself as your husband. The stage has already been set up for you. How


    you sing is now up to you.”


    Olive found her words confusing, she questioned,


    “Grandma, what do you mean?”


    The olddy only nodded slowly. Suddenly, the hall door opened and a tall figure came


    into view. Elvis had returned.


    Olive swiftly remembered the post that grandma had made about him. She could not


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    face the man in front of her anymore.


    Elvis changed his shoes at the entrance, and then walked into the living room with a


    steady pace. His narrow falcon–like eyes nced at Olive and the olddy, and finally


    Mr. Henry felt as though he was sitting on pins and needles. Elvis took off his coat and


    handed it to the maid. Then he sat on the sofa. He licked his lips and then called out,


    “Uncle, Henry.”


    Mr. Henry’s eyshes trembled and his heart pounded fast. He quickly turned to look at


    the olddy.


    “Uncle, Henry, I remember that there was a lemon tree in the back garden. The lemons


    on the tree are your reward. Tonight, you can eat them all.