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.

recently, she had been busy with the Augustine family’s affairs, Because the Augustine family’s affairs involved the people

heard from the people around him that all love would change from passionate love to plain ones. In his life, he

strong arm and hugged her soft

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

still clinged to her. At this moment, he hugged

time would stop

this moment, many passers-by looked over.

and a

boyfriend looks very

”

I want to

her tight, and she couldn’t break free, she

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don’t look at

careful. I’ll call

He knew that his mother loved Olive as her daughter. As long

mother beat me up, aren’t you

her head, and she

this moment, the call was

invited her tonight to discuss about some

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

cardigan. She tied her long black hair

of people who came into the cafe. If she did not tell her age, no one would think that she

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

faintly and shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t use social

men who came up to ask for

was suddenly opened,

looked up. It was

handsome, and he exuded the aura of a