The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 New and Old Love

Gabriella was perplexed. She was rejected by the man she liked, and humiliated by

Olive. She angrily walked out of

the bar.

A few thugs surrounded Gabriella. They one with a face cap, stared seductively at her

and asked, “Beautiful princess, do you want to keep us company?”

Gabriella had been well protected from childhood, she hadn’t encountered such

scenario prior. “Help!”

Gabriella’s driver sighted her in danger and hastily ran over. “Hey! Let go of her!“.

The two thugs hastily overthrew the driver and kicked him him severally.

Gabriella felt her body trembling from fright. “Help! Help! Somebody help!

The thugs immediately covered her mouth and dragged her into a dimly lit corner.

Gabriella was unable to speak. She usually hated low status men. She had sworn to

only marry from one of the four wealthy families in Los Angeles. To her, the filthy men

were not worthy of touching her.

The leader of the gang caressed her face, she felt her blood dry up, as she pleaded for

mercy. “Look at her skimpy dress. I’m certain she came here to hook up with men. Why

don’t we help you take it off?”

Gabriella had really come to hook up with Elvis. But now that she felt her dress being

pulled off, she struggled desperately, tears raining down her face, “No, please!”

“Let her go” A voice sounded.

They punks released her and she fell to the ground. Gabriella’s eyes were hazy with

tears and she looked up in shock. The was a handsome face staring down at her.

Her eyes narrowed. She knew Harry, he was the Heaven’s family crown prince.

Harry puffed the cigarette into Gabriella’s face. “Miss Hart, this is a little warning to you.

Don’t think about people you shouldn’t think about, so as not to attract trouble.”

After he had finished speaking, he threw the cigarette to the ground and extinguished it Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

with his shoes, “Let’s go.” He muttered and the thugs left with him.

Gabriella sat embarrassed on the ground, as she sobbed. A luxurious car sped past the

street. She raised her eyes and sighted the face from the driver’s window. It was Elvis.

At the red Villa, Olive entered the room. She took out her phone and sent a voice

message to North Paulo. “Thank you so very much.”

Being wallowing in the entertainment industry for many years, North Paulo had a lot of

connection and a strong public relations team. Usually, if there’s a material that has not

yet been exposed, it will be dealt by public relations. The time, the news between

Monica and Mr. Ronald could go virus this quick. It all relied on one person.

North Paulo. North Paulo was Olive’s best friend. They had been friends since

kindergarten.

And when Olive was sent to the orphanage, North had cried sadly and bade her

farewell.

Olive’s phone feeped indicating a message, “You don’t need to thank me. Don’t worry.

My manager will handle this. Sir Patrick would find nothing.”

North’s voice was particularly nice. The type that would make a man’s bones go numb

when heard.

North didn’t just have a beautiful voice, her looks were absolutely gorgeous. As the

beauty queen in the city, North debuted in the entertainment industry two years ago, but

now, a hot six figure actress she was.

Olive was touched by North’s help and she asked, “When are you returning to LA?”

North’s voice came in again, a little coquettish. “Are you missing me? I heard that

you’ve found a new love. How could you still think of me?”

“New love?” Olive replied in seconds.

“Calm down Olive, you’re already panicking!”

Olive was mute and didn’t know what to say.

“Tell me about the young gigolo you hired” North’s voice came in again.

Sure enough, North was referring to Elvis.

Although North was amongst the most beautiful women in LA, she still liked to gossip.

The door of the room suddenly cracked open. Elvis who was returning from the study,

moved in.

Struck with guilt, Olive who laid on the bed swiftly sat up.

Elvis walked into the room and unbuttoned the two buttons of his black shirt, revealing

the beauty of his manliness. He turned to look at Olive.

With their eyes now fixed are each other, Elvis questioned, “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” Olive replied and avoided his gaze.

The beeping sound came in, and Elvis’s eye fell on her phone. “Why don’t you answer

that?”

Olive clicked on the voice message from North, “I can trust your choice. The gigolo you hired, is he handsome? And do he also has a good temperament?”

Hearing North’s ambiguous tone, Olive pretty face burst into flames, that she almost threw the phone out if her hands.

The next voice note played in succession. “Olive, remember that we made a promise at the movie that we must find a man with good physical strength.”

Silence engulfed the room.

Olive tucked her phone into the blanket, desperate for the ground to open and swallow her.

It was okay for girlfriends to discuss such things, but it was embarrassing for the person involved to listen to it

“Um… Mr. Augustine. I’ll go take a shower.” Olive stood up and quickly ran into the bathroom.

She stood in front of the washstand to get a towel. She felt her so ashamed that she wanted to dip a hole and jump it. She raised her eyes to look at the mirror and found

Elvis was walking towards her.