The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 671: Dancing Together with Him

No one responded below.

The person who had received the lucky number tag 19 failed to step forward.

What’s going on?

Whispers began filling the room,

“Who got number 197 This is the honor of dancing the first dance with Mr. Augustine. It’s strange that

no one is coming forward.”

“Quickly check your number tags again, widen your eyes and look carefully!”

“Mr. Augustine, release number 19, let me take it!”

The entire party hall started to buzz, with everyone searching for the person with number 19

Olive was still enjoying her dessert when two noble ladies beside her whispered, “I’m not number 19,

are you?”

“Neither am 1.”

One of the noble ladies nudged Olive and said, “Where’s your number tag? Hurry up and check if you

got number 191

When Olive entered the hall earlier, she did pick up a number tag, but she didn’t take it out. She

assumed that Clara had been chosen this time.

Now, with no one stepping forward at the annual party, it appeared that no one had number 19. So

where had it gone?

Olive retrieved her number tag, looked down, and froze.

Number 19!

She never expected to actually receive the legendary lucky number tag. number 19.

What’s going on?

The two noble ladies beside her exclaimed when they saw Olive holding number 19, “Number 191

Number 19 is here!”

“Swish,” everyone’s gaze gathered, falling on Olive.

Clara had suffered a major embarrassment tonight and was feeling very resentful. She wanted to see

who had gotten number 19.

Now that the person had emerged, it was… Olive!

Clara’s mouth fell open in disbelief. How was this possible? Olive?”

Clara’s face turned as pale as paper, and she swayed unsteadily.

How was this possible?

In recent days, Elvis hadn’t been in contact with Olive. He had been busy with Clara instead. He

probably had forgotten about Olive.

But how could Olive have coincidentally received number 19 if it wasn’t arranged?

“Number 19 is here,” one of the noble ladies pointed toward the stage where Elvis and his personal

secretary were.

Olive herself was shocked as well. She stood in place, motionless.

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She hadn’t chosen the number tag herself; a staff member had given it to her. Was this really luck, or

was it deliberate?

Elvis stood tall and handsome on the stage. His profound narrow eyes fell on Olive’s face, then he

slowly extended his large hand and lifted his thin lips, “Come,”

Come.

Just two simple words, but with an overbearing dominance.

Perhaps due to Elvis’s formidable presence, the previously noisy party hall fell silent instantly. Olive

looked at Elvis under the dazzling lights, holding her breath. She didn’t know if it was the attention of

the crowd or his intense gaze, but her heartbeat noticeably quickened.

Thump, thump, thump.

It sounded as if her heart was about to burst from her chest.

His exquisite features and contours seemed even more noble and charming under the lights. Olive

might have been mistaken, but she thought she detected a hint of tenderness in his narrow eyes. Olive

took a step, walking up to the stage one step at a time until she stood in front of him.

Their eyes met, and Elvis, the gentleman, bowed slightly. “May I have this dance?”

Olive’s earlobes turned slightly red as she nodded, extending her small hand to him.

Elvis took her delicate hand in his large palm, leading her onto the dance floor.

Beautiful music filled the hall as Elvis held Olive’s slender, fragrant shoulders with one hand and

intertwined his fingers with her delicate fingertips with the other.

The onlookers in the banquet hall were envious as they watched the graceful dance of the pair in the

center.

Although Olive’s face wasn’t extraordinarily striking, her figure was graceful and charming, exuding an

otherworldly aura like a descending fairy.

Elvis stood tall and noble, the most dazzling figure of the night. Dancing with Olive, their scene was as

beautiful as a sand painting.

Clara gazed at the dancing couple, her face displaying a mix of dumbfoundedness and disbelief.

No, this wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. Was this a surprise? No, this was a shock!

What was happening?

Watching Olive on the dance floor, Clara, whose bloodline was rooted in the noble lineage of the

Visionary Ancient Country, could see her confidence and elegance in every move. She danced

gracefully and chartningly, perfectly matching Elvis’s every step and rhythm.

Clara had practiced dancing hard for today, thinking she could shine and attract everyone’s attention,

making Olive and the other noble ladies envious. But in the end, she had become a laughingstock!

Clara felt like she was about to burst with frustration!

On the dance floor, Olive began to feel Clara’s envious and jealous gaze. She raised her clear, cutting

gaze and looked at Elvis, “Did you do this on purpose?”

Elvis’s cool gaze met her dark and clear eyes. He pursed his thin lips slightly, forming a mocking curve,

“Did I save you? Disappointed, aren’t you?”

Chapter 671: Dancing Together with Him

Elvis, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Why use such a sarcastic tone?” Olive furrowed

her brows.

In his heart, Elvis let out a cold snort. The mere thought of the phone call she had made to Derrick at

the Nine Ling Prince’s Mansion caused a surge of gloomy resentment to fill his broad chest.

In her moment of crisis, she thought of another man!

“I’ve said it before. I have a bad temper, I’m domineering and lustful. You didn’t think I was bad before.

How have I changed now? It seems love really can fade away!”