The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 201 Are you tired of living?

Elvis turned and walked away.

Olive heard his footsteps moving away. He left the Red Villa so late, and would not return.

Olive closed her eyes, and she opened them again, she could only see darkness. Olive had begun losing her sight.

Olive reached out and searched for a silver needle on the table. Once she got a hold of it, she didn’t hesitate as she had pushed the needle into her acupuncture point, as she tried to extract the poison out of her body.

The poison was so severe that the acupuncture point scaling did nothing to her body. Olive curled herself beside the bed, then reached out and hugged her both knees.

Olive still didn’t believe that Elvis would divorce her. She would not divorce him!

However, the poison was very strong. The last formula still wasn’t unlocked, and her Mr. Augustine could not be saved. The poison had also invaded her blood, causing her to almost lose her sight.

If she finally became blind, how will she cure and treat people?

Olive felt extremely cold. She only had a thin pyjamas on her body.

She missed Elvis’s warm embrace. Olive really wished that he was by her side.

Olive lowered her head and buried her pale face into her knee. Her lashes shivered, and tears rolled down from her eyes.

In the luxurious room in KissLand bar, Elvis sat on the sofa with a bottle of wine in his hand. There were lots of empty wine bottles on the table before him.

Harry walked into the room.

it, bro, why are

at Harry, his handsome brows overflowing

to get a divorce. I’m ready to return

you like Olive so much. Why are you suddenly

and sat on the sofa

father. The woman that your father wants you to marry is Crystal Robert, the daughter of the richest man in Imperial. Crystal has

was devoid of emotion. He

We have very beautiful girls here. I’ll call some

at Harry and

you tired of

“Get out!”

When most people visited the bar, they would

not dare to provoke

glass of wine. The door of the luxury room was pushed open,

she had stayed low-key since then. But whilst at her exile, she was brewing

walked in and moved to

She called out

drunk and

to your room.” Pamela supported Elvis and

the presidential suite, Pamela placed Elvis on the big soft bed. She stared at Elvis’s handsome and mature facial features with admiration. She reached out and unbuttoned

shirt,

a large hand suddenly pulled her over and grabbed

became heavy. When she looked up, Elvis had slowly

she looked at Elvis, Pamela felt afraid and nervous. Elvis was a

man.