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.

been busy with the Augustine family’s affairs, Because the Augustine family’s affairs involved the people that Elvis loved, she made sure to

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 that

and

laughed and hid, “Mr. Augustine, stop making

still clinged to her. At this moment, he hugged

time

passers-by looked over. Everyone covered their mouths

and a beautiful

very clingy, so

”

want to fall in

she couldn’t break free, she could only stay in his embrace, “Mr. Augustine, stop, people

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don’t look at them, look

now. Be careful. I’ll call your mother and have her

smiled. He knew that his mother loved Olive as her daughter. As long as Olive spoke, his mother would definitely beat

torment yourself, if my mother beat me up,

head, and she

moment, the call was connected, and Annabelle’s voice

was in the coffee shop. Someone invited her tonight to discuss about some

Annabelle sat by the window and did not leave immediately. She held a book and drank the coffee while

dress and a beige cardigan. She tied her long black hair up into a ponytail.

the cafe. If she

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

head. “Sorry, I don’t

who came up to ask for

of the cafe was suddenly opened, and two people who

up. It was actually

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