The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Mr. Augustine, You Silly Sweet

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

A few seconds later. Pamela’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!” Pamela almost burst into a loud laughter.

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

“Pamela, 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 Villa.” Pamela expressed her

admiration for Monica.

Monica smiled satisfactorily.

“Yeah, Pamela. 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 Pamela’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 Villa has

been exposed, how can Elvis endure it?”

If Olive was kicked out by Elvis, then his proud and favorite daughter, Pamela, 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 flaunt 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 Villa when her phone beeped indicating a

message from North.

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

Olive glanced at it and responded,

“It’s our butler at the Red Villa, 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 the comments. 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 particular post, and was mentioned multiple times.

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

message on her account, 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 of comments and

repost were thousands.

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

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“The current public opinion is really biased. If a man cheats, he’s applauded, 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 the comments, 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 Pamela.

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 Villa, 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 old lady 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

face the man in front of her anymore. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

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

steady pace. His narrow falcon–like eyes glanced at Olive and the old lady, and finally

landed on Mr. Henry. He sighed, a little unhappy.

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 eyelashes trembled and his heart pounded fast. He quickly turned to look at

the old lady.

“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.