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Elvis had been with a lot of women over the past three years, but he had never touched them. 32 years

old is a young age, once the door of lust opens, it will become serious.

Liam was still sitting beside him, but the table was covered with a long lace tablecloth. Elvis reached

out his large hand, grasping her small foot.

Olive angrily teased him, but she didn’t know that he had grabbed her little foot.

His rough palm circled her slender and delicate ankle, then rested her small foot on his sturdy thigh like

a treasure.

Now the two of them are sitting on their sides, and her little foot is caught. This move is difficult, but

Olive has been dancing since she was a child. This move is very difficult for other girls, but it is too

easy for her.

He wasn’t afraid of being discovered, but Olive was. She quickly retracted her small foot.

However, with one move, Elvis used his strong muscles to lock her little foot into his thighs.

This time, his strength was so strong that she couldn’t move.

The posture of them was extremely ambiguous.

Olive’s soft and seductive face was even hotter with a red streak, looking very suspicious.

“Olive, do you feel hot?” Liam raised his head and asked.

Being noticed, Olive averted her gaze apologetically, “Yeah, a little.”

Seeing her act like a thief, Elvis curved his thin lips.

The most embarrassing was Clara. She wanted to feed Elvis steak, but Elvis didn’t answer her at all,

now Clara’s hand ached.

Clara was the most beautiful princess in Greenland, pursued by many men, but she fell in love with

Elvis at first sight.

But he rejected her again and again, which really let her down.

But the more Elvis rejected her, the more she wanted this man.

“President Augustine,” Clara pouted her red lips and coyly said, “Open your mouth. I want to feed you a

steak.”

Elvis looked at Clara.

At this point, Olive used her small foot which was locked between his legs to kick hard, hitting his vital

parts.

“Ouch,” Elvis snorted. This time, he was kicked painfully by her.

She is so cruel. After three years, she has become so hot-tempered.

“Mr. Augustine, are you okay?”

“President Augustine, what’s wrong with you?”

Both Liam and Clara looked at Elvis nervously.

Elvis pursed his thin lips, endured the pain of being kicked by her, and calmly said, “I’m okay.”

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At this time, Olive strongly retracted her small leg and stood up, “I’ve finished eating. Take your time.”

Olive turned and left.

Elvis watched Olive’s beautiful figure leave. She was wearing high heels. When she walked, her waist

was as soft as a water snake, and her beautiful butt was also swaying, revealing an indescribably soft

and seductive style.

He had to put her to bed tonight!

In the afternoon, Olive and Liam started taking wedding photos.

Olive wore a black two-piece dress for a walk on the beach. Right now the sun is setting, the light

golden sunset is shining on the sparkling sea, extremely beautiful.

The photographer was holding a camera, saying: “Miss Hart, look here.”

Elvis stood not far away, his hands in his pockets, the refreshing sea breeze blowing his black shirt, his

tall handsome figure becoming a canvas.

Elvis’ gaze fell on Olive. She was wearing no shoes, stepping barefoot into the shallow water, against

the wind. Her long, pure black hair was tangled around her beautiful little face. She rolled her eyes and

smiled, and the photographer hurriedly pressed the button to take a picture.

Olive is naturally beautiful and has a knack for photography and fashion. Her natural smile is the work

that pleases these top photographers.

Elvis was looking at her, and another person was looking at her, too, who was Mr. Mahone from the

resort.

Mr. Mahone first saw Olive and was shocked. Now seeing Olive taking pictures, his eyeballs can’t

seem to move.

Clara next to him quickly took out her cell phone, and with a “click”, she took a picture of Mr. Mahone

peeked at Olive, and was captivated by her.

Clara pouted, thinking, “If I remember correctly, Mr. Mahone has a tigress in his house. I don’t know

who this tigress will bite if she catches them.”

Today went by smoothly, she must have something exciting.

Clara quickly sent this picture, and she just sat and waited to see a good show.

The photographer took a single shot of Olive and said, “Miss Hart, Mr. Theodore, come out. Let’s take a

couple photo.”

At this point Liam came out, saying, “I’m here.”

“Mr. Theodore, you can put an arm around Miss Hart’s waist, then gently kiss her on the cheek.” The

photographer said.

At the photographer’s request, Liam wrapped his arm around Olive’s slim waist and moved his

handsome face toward Olive’s petite face.

But Liam didn’t really kiss either. He curled his thin lips, “Princess of Visionary, why do I feel cold

behind? Is Mr. Augustine staring at me?”

Olive lifted her head, her clear eyes darting behind Liam’s straight shoulder, and directly facing Elvis’s

narrowed, quiet eyes.

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Elvis was looking at her, then at Liam.

His sharp hawk-like eyes glanced vaguely at Liam’s large hand that was wrapped around her slim waist

as if he were about to puncture Liam’s hand.

When Elvis saw Liam about to kiss her, his heroic brows furrowed, and his whole body was so dark that

it could drop water.

No wonder Liam said his spine was cold, now Elvis wants him to disappear from this world.

Olive quickly looked away, and she whispered, “Don’t worry about him.”

At this point, Clara came to Elvis’s side. She said innocently: “Mr. Augustine, Liam and Olive are really

affectionate, aren’t they?”

Affectionate?

Elvis snorted coldly, his narrow eyes were covered with a layer of gloom and cruelty. He turned to

leave, not looking at Clara.

“President Augustine, where are you going?” Clara asked.

Elvis didn’t turn around. He went to a remote place, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number…

Olive and Liam had their poses ready, and the photographers were ready to start shooting. At this time,

Mr. Mahone rushed over and wiped a cold sweat, saying, “I’m sorry, King of Gold City, Princess of

Visionary. I just received a call from my Big Boss. My Big Boss has ordered that you are not allowed to

take pictures in this area!”