The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 672: Tonight I Want to Do Something Naughty

He was saying something incoherent and nonsensical, causing Olive to furrow her delicate eyebrows further.

At this moment, a dance had ended, and Elvis released her, not saying a word to her. He turned around and left directly.

Olive stood in place, watching his tall and upright figure as confusion deepened within her. What was going on with him?

She had many questions she wanted to ask him, but faced with his uncooperative attitude, what options did she have?

No, she had to win him over.

But how could she win him over?

Olive was a bit perplexed. She quickly took out her phone and sent a Facebook message to North: “North, what should I do when a man is angry?”

Ding – North’s reply came: “Mr. Augustine is angry? Then try… quarreling at the head of the bed and making up at the end.”

Quarrel at the head of the bed… and make up at the end?

Perfect, North was truly knowledgeable!

Olive’s small face turned red. She quickly hid her phone, afraid that someone might see this message. It was too embarrassing.

However, dealing with Elvis, that lustful man, this move should be foolproof. He should like it very much.

Olive wrestled with intense inner turmoil. Should she attempt it or not? If she did, embarrassment would ensue, if she didn’t, she might fail to calm him.

Well, maybe a drink for courage?

Olive headed to the food area. She liked drinking, but her tolerance wasn’t great. Even a sip of alcohol could make her tipsy. This time, she had two glasses of wine. Tonight, she had to win over Elvis!

In the corridor, Olive didn’t find Elvis, but she encountered his personal secretary. “Hello, excuse me, where is Mr. Augustine now?”

Upon seeing Olive, the personal secretary’s attitude became extremely respectful. “President Augustine is in a meeting right now. If you’re looking for him, you can wait in his office for a

moment.”

president’s office and started

didn’t return. The effects of the two glasses of wine she had earlier started taking hold. Olive felt her head

truly drunk

of steady and robust footsteps approached from outside

looked up and saw the door of the president’s office pushed open. Elvis’s

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figure entered

He had finally returned.

her delicate arms and throwing herself into the

his chest, nuzzling against him like a little kitten. Her lips were stained with a slightly tipsy murmuring,

door instantly froze, their expressions petrified. What…

was drunk. What she didn’t know was that Elvis wasn’t alone. Behind him was a group of

room, threw herself into Elvis’s arms,

regained her sobriety, she repeatedly wished she could bury herself in a hole. These high-level executives were all frozen outside the door, their mouths gaping in shock.

it any longer. This woman was obviously seeking attention! “Ahem,

Elvis, and the man’s sharp and narrowed eyes fixed him with a faint warning. The

manager’s scalp tingled,

did he suddenly feel like a dog meddling with

had quickly reached out with his strong arms and

that she was clinging to him, he used his large hands to gently stroke her hair, asking

“My… head is spinning.

”

up slightly, carrying her in his arms with a few strong strides. He

his large hands on the desk, his tall and dignified figure pressing down, leaning closer to her. He stared at her as she blushed,

already smelled the faint scent

I had a

drink alcohol. Why did you

in the air, inadvertently kicking Elvis’s sharply tailored black trousers. She lifted her slightly tipsy gaze to look at him and suddenly felt embarrassed. She pouted her red lips, mustering the

hand and dressed in a