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Chapter 437 Elvis The Resentful Husband

Then he pointed the gun at himself and told her not to leave, but she turned her back, didn’t look back,

and walked away.

He pulled the trigger, and “bang…”

Elvis suddenly opened his eyes.

He woke up from a dream. At this time, his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat, his clothes

were soaked with sweat, his chest rose and fell, and his sluggish pupils gradually became condensed.

At this time, in his ear came the gentle voice of Dr. Kellerman: “President Augustine, are you okay?

Congratulations, you have recovered all your memories, but are these memories what you want?”

Elvis covered his scarlet eye sockets with his hand, then slowly closed his eyes.

The Red Villa.

Olive and the old lady and Betty exercised for an hour, then she went back to her room to shower.

When she came out, it was nine o’clock.

However, Elvis hasn’t returned yet.

He said he would come back to the company. Why is it so late that he hasn’t come back yet?

Olive picked up the cell phone and wanted to call Elvis, but at this moment, there was a “ding”, and a

message from North arrived.

Olive clicked on Messenger. North sent a photo of Elvis. He was in a bar and drinking-

He didn’t come back and went to the bar to drink this late?

North sent another text, “Olive, did you have an argument with Mr. Augustine?”

Olive replied with a question mark.

North: “Oh, how come Mr. Augustine is here drinking so much? Hurry up and bring him home. The

women here are looking at him like a tiger stalking prey, wanting to rush at your Mr. Augustine.”

North sent another photo. The co olly dressed beauties in the bar all focus on Elvis, like wolves and

tigers.

Olive hastily bit her bright red lip with her white teeth. She didn’t know what he was doing. Why did he

go drinking?

Olive was a little confused and angry, so she didn’t answer.

In the bar

Elvis was sitting at the bar drinking wine. Now he is wearing a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up twice,

revealing an expensive watch on his muscular wrist. At this point, the blinding lights in the bar rotated

360 degrees above him without any blind spots, 11is handsome face was magnificent.

on the table, and his deep eyes were tinged with

Elvis was drinking, there were many empty bottles

a bit of drunkenness.

Peterson looked at Elvis warily, “Young master, drink less. It’s getting late. Let’s go back.”

“What time is it? Elvis asked.

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“It’s nine o’clock.”

It was nine o’clock, very late, Elvis took out his cell phone, but the cell phone was empty, Olive didn’t

text or call him, not even a single one!

Elvis poured himself a drink, he curled his thin lips into a light and lonely curve, muttering: “I’m not

coming back. She doesn’t care about me anyway. She has to be busy with healing and saving lives.

She’s also busy with Grandma and Betty. She doesn’t want to come with me!”

Peterson was dumbfounded. Why did his young master have a sour tone… like a wife resenting her

husband?

No, this is definitely not the smart young master in his memory!

The young master is just drunk!

Certainly!

Peterson said, “Young master, should I call Miss Hart?”

Elvis stopped drinking, and glanced at Peterson, a little arrogantly, “Why should you call her?”

“I’ll call Miss Hart to bring you home.”

Elvis straightened his handsome back and said nonchalantly, “I didn’t let you fight, but since you want

to fight, you can call her. Tell her I’m drunk, pick me up.”

Peterson quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed Olive’s number.

The Red Villa.

Olive’s cell phone rang, and there was a call.

The white finger gently pressed the button, and on the other end of the line came Peterson’s voice:

“Miss Hart, the young master is drunk in the bar. Hurry and bring him back.”

Hearing Peterson’s voice, Olive frowned and said a few words from her red lips, “I’m not going.”

She wouldn’t go…

Because the speakerphone of the phone was turned on, the words were clearly transmitted to Elvis’s

eardrums.

Elvis’ narrow, deep eyes were sharp.

Peterson wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, could only hold back, feeling that his young master was

pitiful. Olive didn’t want him. This is the real hammer that strikes the “resentful wife”.

Peterson hurriedly said seriously: “Miss Hart, are you really not coming? The young master is drunk,

and there is a beautiful woman next to him. If you don’t come, I can only let this beauty take him in.

What I’m worried about is that the young master is too charming. When this beauty climbs on top of

him and rapes him, my young master will lose his purity and his reputation.”

After he finished, Peterson glanced at Elvis, wanting to say, “Young master, hurry and praise me.” Elvis

raised his heroic eyebrows and gave Peterson a compliment, “You’re amazing.”

At this moment, on the other end came

live’s clear and pleasant voice, “If your young master was really raped, I’m so sorry, but I can’t save

him, because I’m not a policeman. As a friendly reminder, call the police at 911.”

After two beeps, Olive directly hung up the phone.

Peterson, “…”

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Chapter 437 Elvis The Resentful Husband

Elvis…”

“Young master, Miss Hart is really heartless. She basically… doesn’t pay any attention to you!”

Elvis’s eyes were as cold as a falcon, and he scolded: “You can shut up now! If you don’t speak, no one

will consider you dumb!”

Elvis got drunk, walked into a presidential suite, and sat on the sofa.

He felt a headache, so he lazily leaned back on the sofa, raising his hand to squeeze the space

between his eyebrows. The light there was relatively dark, enveloping his tall straight body in a dim

light. He looked cold and elite, mysterious and powerful

At this time, the door of the president’s room opened with a “click” sound, and a beautiful young beauty

entered, it was Tiana.

Tiana had always been staring at Elvis in the lobby. She was like those girls looking at him obsessively,

like a mad deer that wanted to rush forward. This man has power over the entire Imperial. He is

handsome, a symbol of money, power, and status. What’s more precious is his clean private life and

noble, restrained appearance. This type of business tycoon and social class is like a magnet for

beautiful young girls like them.

But she’s smarter and bolder than those girls. She learned that Elvis was drunk, and followed him all

the way to the presidential suite. Men are more likely to have sex after drinking, and what she wants is

this opportunity.

Tiana looked at Elvis in amazement. His long legs didn’t overlap but stretched lazily forward.