Chapter 120


    Chapter 120 Mrs. Augustine, My Little Princess


    When Elvis arrived, everyone rushed forward and surrounded him.


    Amidst all the greetings and praises, Pam 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.


    Pam had already dreamt of having a man who would stand beside her and


    The dream of hers had finallye true.


    Patrick’s face conveyed a satisfied expression. He also never dreamt of bing the


    son–inw to a powerful man like Elvis.


    Patrick smiled tteringly.


    “Mr. Augustine, thank you foring to Pam’s birthday party. Let me introduce


    myself, I’m Patrick, Pam’s father. This is Pam’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 rtionship with Olive?


    Monica’s head instantly exploded with questions, as she became unable to think.


    Monica’s gaffe made Pam and Patrick quite unhappy. Patrick quickly reprimanded in


    a low voice,


    “Monica, what are you doing?”


    Pam looked at Elvis and exined 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 eyesnded 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.


    Pam 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 hrious. Olive’s supposed husband


    ims 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 hystericalugh and


    rubbed her hands on Elvis’s shoulder.


    Elvis looked up and his eyes fell on Olive. Olive’s pair of ck 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 allugh at me.”


    “I’m here. No one will dare tough at you. Tell them who your husband is.” Elvis’s low


    and maic voice was full of connivance.


    Pam, Monica, Patrick and everyone in the hall were bemused. They really couldn’t


    The hall was so silent, that a tiny needle would be heard if fallen to the ground.


    Olive turned to face the confused Pam.


    “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!


    Pam’s beautiful face had turned wan. All the brightness that she previously exuded


    waspletely wiped away. She felt as though she was pushed into a freezing cold


    pool.


    Mr. Henry courtesied respectfully, with his head bowed.


    “Young master.”


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    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 Vi 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 Vi would be Elvis. Olive was


    already Mrs. Augustine!


    Pam’s pupils shrank, and her heart waspletely 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!” Pam 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.”