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.

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

plain ones. In his life, he yearned for a long

strong arm and hugged her soft waist

tight hug. She laughed and hid, “Mr.

still clinged to her. At this moment, he hugged her

time would stop

many passers-by looked over. Everyone

a handsome man and a beautiful girl. Fairly tales really do

looks very clingy, so

”

I want to fall in

embrace, but his strong arm held her tight, and she couldn’t

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at them,

call your mother and have her beat you

as her daughter. As long as Olive spoke, his mother would definitely beat

love, don’t torment yourself, if my mother beat me up, aren’t you the

head, and she surrendered

was connected, and

coffee shop. Someone invited her

the conversation was over, the person left. Annabelle sat by the window and did not leave immediately. She held

black hair up into a ponytail. A few strands of her

cafe. If she did not tell her age,

moment, a middle aged man, who was clothed in a suit walked over.

and shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t

method, she had rejected several men who

suddenly opened,

looked up. It was actually

black trousers. He was handsome, and he exuded the aura of a superior. Willow wore a small floral