The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 777: Ex-Wife

The driver in the front seat handed over a small note to her.

Grandma Constance looked outside through the window. “No one outside knows I’m here, and no one knows my identity. Where did this note come from, and who handed it over?”

The driver replied cautiously, “Grandra, it was sent by a little boy just now.”

A note from a little hoy?

Grandma Constance took the note from the driver. She took a deep breath, as she read the word back and forth several times. Suddenly, a storm quickly rolled up in her eyes.

After her grandma left, Elvis looked at Olive, and said, “Olive, do you have anything to tell me?”

He actually found out. Olive dodged his gaze with a guilty conscience, and then she shook her head. “No, what do you want to hear?”

When Elvis saw that she was unwilling to tell him what she was hiding, he didn’t force it. However, he slowly narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction that Constance had taken.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to dinner.”

“Wait a minute” Olive said.

“What’s wrong?”

Olive took out her phone. “Mr. Augustine, how are you even a son? You don’t care about your parents’s news. There are getting divorced!”

Elvis did not believe it. He understood that his father, Alpha, would not divorce his mother.

Elvis looked at Olive with his handsome eyes. Olive took out her phone and poked the screen with her slender white finger. She found lus mother’s number and dialed it.

His heart softened.

with the Augustine family’s affairs, Because the Augustine family’s affairs involved the people that Elvis loved, she

people around him that all love would change from passionate love to plain ones. In his life, he yearned for a long and smooth life rather than a stalemate in love. He always felt

strong arm and hugged her

hug. She laughed and hid, “Mr. Augustine, stop

to her. At this moment, he

time

passers-by looked over. Everyone covered their

and a beautiful girl.

boyfriend looks very clingy, so

”

to fall in

in his embrace, but his strong arm held her tight, and she couldn’t break free, she could only

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don’t look at them, look

I’ll call your mother and have her beat

mother loved Olive as her daughter. As long as Olive spoke, his mother

mother beat me up, aren’t

head, and she surrendered

moment, the call was

coffee shop. Someone invited her tonight to discuss

person left. Annabelle sat by the window and did not leave immediately. She held a book

a beige cardigan. She tied her long black

the cafe. If she did not tell her age,

moment, a middle aged man, who was clothed in a suit walked over. “Hello, can I have your social media

her head.

who came

was suddenly opened, and

looked up. It was

he exuded the aura of a superior. Willow wore a small floral