Chapter 442


    Chapter 442 He’s done. He offended his father-inwl


    Elvis reached out to hug Olive who was beside him, let her lie in hisp, phone in one hand, his other


    hand brushing the hair that had wrapped around Olive’s small face, then lifted her up, smirked and


    said. “Olive is next to me. She’s very tired, she’s already asleep.”


    Elvis’ words almost told Damien that he and Olive had just slept together. Of course Damien heard it,


    he pursed his lips and asked, “Do you live with Olive?”


    Elvis felt himself picking peach blossoms all the way. Marvin just left, he didn’t expect Mr. Robert to


    love Olive, too. Now faced with this number one rival, Elvis naturally raged, “Yes, I do. Mr. Robert, I


    think I’ve made that very clear. If you’re feeling lonely, I can introduce some women to you so you can


    have a good time.”


    Damien on the other end said nothing but hung up the phone.


    “Beep”, there was only a busy tone.


    “Mr. Augustine,” Olive looked up at him with teary eyes, asking, “Who was that?”


    Elvis threw the phone back on the nightstand, nonchntly saying, “Damien.Robert.”


    Damien Robert?


    Olive quickly frowned and asked, “Why did Mr. Robert call me? And Mr. Augustine, just now you said to


    introduce… a woman to Mr. Robert?”


    Olive looked at him in surprise.


    Elvis reached out and pinched her small pink cheek, “What? I introduced a woman to Damien. Do you


    have any objections?”


    “What?” Olive pushed his annoying big hand away, saying, “I just feel like it’s not good for you to


    provoke Mr. Robert. He just hung up on you, obviously angry. If there’s one day you’re down and left


    behind, how miserable will you be if you fall into his hands?”


    Elvis naturally knew that he had angered Damien just now. He wasn’t scared at all, on the contrary, he


    was gloating. He rolled over and pinned Olive down. “I don’t want to marry his daughter Crystal. I don’t


    care whether he is angry or not. I won’t fall into his hands. Mrs. Augustine, you are the one I want to


    marry, and I will only fall into the hands of your dad, my father-inw!”


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    After the two “fight” for a while, Elvis carried Olive into the bathroom and helped her shower.


    It was veryte now, Olive buried herself in the nkets, and fell asleep as soon as she touched the


    bed. Elvis kissed her forehead, then went to the bathroom alone.


    Elvis rushed out of the bathroom, wiping his wet short hair with a towel, but soon he was stunned to


    discover some of Olive’s long hairs in the bathroom trash can.


    She has started to lose her hair.


    Elvis’s narrow, deep eyes were like ink, thick and bottomless, and he opened the door to his room and


    went to the office.


    In the office, Elvis sat on a chair, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and began to smoke. The light in the office


    was very dim, making his handsome face unreadable.


    At this time, Peterson came in and said in a low voice: “Young Master, today is already the fourth day,


    the day that we agreed with Amelia will expire tomorrow. So far, Amelia hasn’t actively contacted us.


    Not even once. I don’t know if she got the recipe for The Snap from Jean either.”


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    Chapter 412 He’s done. He effended his father inw!


    ? Elvis took a deep breath of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He lightly


    tapped the cigarette into the ashtray, casually said: “I believe her, tomorrow she will definitely give me


    the recipe.”


    Peterson nodded, “By the way, young master, I have something to report to you. Didn’t you tell me to


    keep an eye on Damien? Something happened over there.”


    Elvis raised an eyebrow, “What?”


    He made Peterson watch Damien long ago. That man wants to win his woman, but there’s no way!


    “Young master, Damien’s ce is very strange. Two days ago, his personal butler took two hairs to the


    identification department for a paternity DNA test.”


    What?


    As soon as Peterson finished speaking, Elvis’ smoking movement immediately stopped, he looked at


    Peterson. “Paternity DNA test? Damien and Crystal?”


    Peterson nodded, “Certainly.”


    Elvis had run the business since he was a teenager, and the slightest disturbance would have alerted


    him in no time, but he never thought that Damien would go for a DNA paternity test. Maybe… Crystal


    isn’t his daughter at all.


    So who is Damien’s daughter?


    Elvis suddenly remembered this time Damien had noticed Olive, just now Damien personally called.


    Olive. Could it be?


    Oh, God!


    The tip of the cigarette butt in Elvis’ hand fell directly into the ashtray. He got up from his office chair,


    then turned his body in front of the French window with his hands on his hips.


    Peterson looked at Elvis suspiciously, asking, “Young master, what happened?”


    Nothing happened, but… he fell into Damien’s hands!


    Elvis ispletely blind from jealousy, he assumes that Damien has shameless thoughts about Olive,


    so he always sees him as a strong enemy. Who knows that Damien isn’t his love rival at all, but… his


    father-inw?


    Elvis quickly thought about how he had offended Damien. That’s right, he said harsh words in front of


    him. Having just slept with his daughter, he brazenly said that when he was free he would introduce


    some women to his father-inw. Now Elvis’s heart is really broken.


    What must he do?


    What should he do?”


    Elvis feels he has to calm down. He will fix it!


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    When Elvis returned to the room, Olive was asleep. He put his arm around her, whispering in her ear,


    “Wake up, Olive.”


    Olive opened her eyes in surprise. She was like a kitten in Elvis’p, her soft sleepy voice said: “Don’t


    make a noise, I’m so sleepy, I want to sleep.”


    “Olive, let’s sleepter. Do you have a picture of your mom? Give me one.”


    “Yes.” Olive reached out her small hand to touch the bag on the nightstand, then carefully pulled out a


    photograph from the inner drawer, “This is the only picture of me and my mum.”


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    Elvis quickly took the photo, “Lend me the picture, I’ll give it back to you.”


    “What do you want my mom’s picture for?” Olive asked, confused.


    Elvis reached out and patted her small head, “Sleep.”


    Olive finds him mysterious and doesn’t know what he wants to do, so she warns, “Then don’t lose or


    damage the photo.”


    “Don’t worry. This photo is my amulet. I also rely on my mother-inw to protect me.” Elvis put the


    photo away, lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead, “Sleep.”