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Chapter 143 I am a patient

Elvis was driving his Rolls-Royce Phantom, and he didn’t utter a word throughout the journey.

Olive already concluded that he was angry. She turned her face and looked at him.

“Mr. Augustine, are you angry?” Olive asked in a bid to wave off the air of awkwardness and possibly

initiate a conversation.

Elvis pressed his hand on the steering and responded without squinting,

“Why then are you asking?”

“Mr. Augustine, I really can explain this matter. I didn’t know that the principal of Holy Nile academy is

your aunt, and I also didn’t know that Marvin is your brother. It was just a coincidence.”

Elvis glanced at her and inquired,

“Is Marvin your colleague?”

Elvis wasn’t aware that Marvin was in LA, and he wasn’t also aware that Marvin had entered the Ivory

Council and became colleagues with Olive. Reasons being that Marvin was an academician in Canada,

the youngest at such.

Olive nodded honestly,

“Yes, I met him at Ivory Council.”

“Are you both familiar with each other?”

“I’m not familiar with him, I just found out his name a while ago…

“Anything else?” Elvis questioned with his eyes glued to the road.

“What do you wanna hear? Okay fine, Marvin had helped me a few times.” Olive replied tiredly.

Before Olive could complete her sentence, Elvis let out a low and hoarse laughter. The Marvin that he

knew wasn’t someone who liked to meddle in other people’s affair. He was cold and distant. If they

weren’t familiar with each other, why then did he help her?

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Elvis slammed the steering wheel with his big hand and swerved. The car accelerated like

an arrow.

Olive felt like she was about to be flown out of the car. She gasped as her face became pale with fright.

“Mr. Augustine, please drive slowly.” Olive beckoned.

Elvis’s handsome face was cold. He didn’t slow down, but had stepped on the accelerator, increasing

the speed of the car.

Olive was dizzy and a feeling of nauseating suddenly clouded her.

“Mr. Augustine, if you don’t slow down, I’ll be a little upset. Let me also ask you, Bounty is your aunt,

right? Did you send Pamela to Holy Nile through your aunt’s connection? Yea, you did send Pamela,

and you think that’s nothing. But I really don’t understand why

The Substiture Bride: Doted by My Billionaire with Marvin!” Olive sat up and turned her face to the

window, as she ignored him. The atmosphere in the car became stiffened, as silence fell. This was a

real quarrel for them. Elvis raised his hand and ripped open the two buttons on his shirt. He was furious

that Olive was conversing with his brother. He didn’t like the feeling at all. Elvis adjusted his neck and

looked at Olive. Olive’s face had turned wan. Such a fast speed had left her nervous and

uncomfortable. She hugged her dress tightly, as she hoped for the car to slow down. Elvis’s anger

seemed to have been quenched. As a mature and rational man, he was perfectly aware of the dangers

of driving so fast and careless. Elvis licked his lips as he realized how terrifying he was whenever he

lost control of himself. Elvis slowed down the car and stopped by the roadside. Olive quickly opened

the front passenger’s door. She found a trash can by the side of the road and vomited into it. Tonight,

Olive had taken a sip of the red wine. She retched a few times, and spat out all the bitter contents from

her oesophagus. Her eyes suddenly turned red.

Elvis stepped out of the car and went to her side. He wanted to raise his hand to caress her back, but

his right hand froze in the air. After some seconds, he retracte d it.

He handed her a w hite handkerchief. Olive had stopped vomiting as she collected the hanky and

wiped her mou th. Once she was done, she raised her eyes to look at him.

you “I do understand that you’re angry, but please next time don’t drive so fast, I don’t like driving so

fast. You made me so uncomfortable.”

Elvis looked at her reddened eyes. There were even some tears on it.

Elvis suddenly felt like a knife was twisting in his chest.

“It’s seems like I can’t control myself. Treat me as though I’m si c k again.”

Olive could notice the self-deprecating expression on his eyebrows. She quickly took out a pill from her

purse and placed it on his lips.

“Take this medicine, you’ll be alright, okay?”

Elvis turned his head and avoided the pill. Usually, he would obediently take the pill and corporate with

Olive. This was the first time he had refused medication from Olive.

“Why don’t you wanna have it?” Olive asked

Elvis reached out and collected the pills from Olive and threw it into the trash can.

“Hey, what are you doing? How could you throw away the medicine?” Olive frowned and quickly

opened the lid of the trash can. She placed both of her hands into the trash can as she searched for

the pill.

Elvis quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

“I should be asking what you’re doing. Why are you sticking your hands into the trash?”

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treatment!”

Elvis hugged her soft waist and forced her into the car. His indifferent voice sounded,

“I don’t wanna take drugs tonight.”

The Red Villa.

Elvis and Olive entered the living room. The old lady who was awaiting Elvis quickly greeted,

“Oh my, welcome you two. Elvis, did you meet the talented girl which your aunt spoke off? Does Marvin

likes her?”

Before the old lady Samantha could utter another word, Elvis interrupted,

“Yup, I did see the girl. I even brought her home.”

“What do you mean?” The old lady questioned confusingly.

Olive shyly stepped forward she held the old lady’s hand.

“Grandma, there must be some misunderstanding about this. The principal and I, I mean Elvis’s aunt

and I, we kinda know each other prior to now.”

The old lady looked at Olive stunningly.

“Olive, the talented girl which Bounty bragged about, is it you?”

Olive blinked and nodded.

“Well, it seems.”

“But everyone is of the opinion that you only graduated from high school…”

“Grandma, I really don’t know how that school of thought came about. But I was recommended to

Canada’s first-class medical university to study at age thirteen. I became a postdoctoral student at the

age of fifteen. I didn’t have much left to learn, so I returned home. When I arrived, aunt offered me an

admission to study at Holy Nile. I thought that it was too far away from home, so I had rejected the

offer. This time, aunt Bounty invited me to the dinner party…”

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