The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 501 Elvis’s Son

Clara has grown up in a ha rem since childhood, so she is definitely not an ordinary girl. She has a

great vision. Honestly, she never noticed the pretty girls around Elvis. She must slowly enter his heart

before she can share the glory with him.

Elvis didn’t come to her birthday party today, but sent his personal secretary Andrew here, which was

already very good to her. Clara was so happy. Men don’t like greedy women, so she just wants to be an

easily satisfied woman. Now that Andrew said that Elvis had prepared a gift for her, Clara’s heart was

touched, and her eyes lit up. She gave him the sweet smile of a 20-year-old girl, asking. “Really? What

present did Mr. Augustine prepare for me?” Andrew looked at Clara in front of him, who was also 20

years old. Andrew saw that person’s image in Clara.

In the past three years. Clara had become more and more like that person. From the gesture of talking,

every frown. every smile of hers was like that person’s sweet delicate smile. She really looked like that

person, so much so that even Andrew felt a hit dizzy when he saw her.

Three years passed like the tide, everything that happened that year was washed away by time, and

that person seemed to disappear overnight from everyone’s sight.

Everyone seems to have forgotten her.

But it seems that she still lives in the depths of people’s memories.

Her name has become taboo.

“Wow.”

Elvis prepared a birthday present for Clara, and everyone quickly exclaimed their anticipation and

excitement. What was this birthday present anyway?

At this time. Andrew took two steps back. Behind him, two men dressed in black stepped forward. They

snapped their fingers, and the birthday party lights quickly went out.

Everything was dark, and the scene was full of mysterious tension.

At this time, a “pop” and another snap of fingers rang out, in the banquet hall a variety of fireworks

exploded and fell like a meteor shower.

In the end, all the fireworks were spelled with a capital C, and a princess tiara with the letter C

appeared, with the meaning of wishing Princess Clara a happy birthday.

Elvis gave Clara a magical, romantic fireworks display like an idol movie and directly touched the girl’s

heart. The fireworks display had ended, and the lights in the banquet hall were turned on again.

“Wow.”

Those noble ladies and stars couldn’t take it anymore, they covered their mouths with their hands,

surrounding Clara in envy and jealousy.

“Princess Clara, Mr. Augustine is so romantic, my heart is pounding.”

“The only woman who can make Mr.Augustine celebrate her birthday like this is our Princess Clara.”

“Princess Clara, you and Augustine will have good news coming soon, won’t you?”

Clara blushed, really didn’t expect that vis would give her a magical fireworks display. Often those rich

bosses. would give her jewels and diamonds, the Most Favored Princess had no shortage of these,

and in her opinion, giving her jewels and diamonds is careless and perfunctory, no man’s taste.

Now Fivis actually gave her a fireworks show in the palace. Clara’s heart pounded, and she admitted

that she loved Elvis with all her hear.

Her vision wasn’t wrong. From the first time she’d seen Elvis three years ago, she’d known this man,

from his blood, exuding elegance, and decency, having quite good taste, and being a delicate and

seductive man

Clara wasn’t complacent, the image she created for herself was a pure and charming little girl. She

covered her red. face with her small hands, then gracefully looked at the people around her, saying,

“Oh, you’re all laughing at me, I don’t talk to you anymore.”

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Clara turned her back and ran away.

Everyone laughed from behind: “Princess Clara, where are you going? I think you left the birthday party

to call President Augustine, haha.”

Clara left the banquet hall, she stood in the hallway, took out her cell phone, and dialed a familiar

number.

The melodious cell phone rang for a while, then it was picked up, and a warm magnetic voice slowly

came to her ear. “Hello”

Elvis was on the other end of the line!

Clara pinched the phone, calling him in a sweet and gentle voice, “Mr. Augustine=”

At this time, at the airport, a luxurious private jet slowly landed, with a golden letter A printed on the

fuselage.. This is Elvis’s private jet, and it is also the only symbol of his high status as the number one

tycoon.

There were a lot of people waiting. They wore green cards around their necks, and stood dignified and

reverent at either end, all waiting for Elvis to get off the plane.

Soon, Elvis’ tall and handsome body came into view. After three years, Elvis’s 360-degree handsome

face without dead angles has become more perfect and has more depth. Every line of his handsome

face looked like it had been meticulously polished by a painter, his sword-shaped eyebrows were

delicate, thin lips slightly pursed. He was extremely handsome.

It is said that time is a man’s most precious possession, and Elvis’s sharp edges and once

pompousness have all been honed.

Now 32 years old. Elvis has become an existence that no woman can refuse, he has entered the

dreams of famous ladies for countless nights.

Today Elvis wears a handcrafted black suit with a thin black wool coat. He slowly descended into the

cabin, his gestures and postures both dignified.

As he got off the plane he held a cell phone in one hand, Peterson strode out after him, his steps

resounding and powerful, having his own aura, his long legs in black pants cutting like a blade, each

step pulled into an elongated

arc.

At this moment, Clara’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “Mr. Augustine-”

Elvis’s footsteps suddenly stopped

Mr. Augustine sounds familiar.

Mr. Augustine. That sweet, gentle, and delicate voice used to be his favorite.

Elvis stopped abruptly, and everyone at the scene panicked, quickly waiting for a storm.

At this time, Peterson stepped forward and asked, “Young master, what’s wrong?”

Elvis’ handsome face didn’t show any wavering he gently closed his beautiful eyes, replying. “Nothing.”

He took his cell phone out of the airport, entered the hall, and said to Clara at the other end, “Did you

get your birthday present?”

“Yes, Mr. Augustine, thank you for your fireworks show. I really like it. It’s a courtesy. I’ve prepared a gift

for Little Prince Augustine as well. He’ll definitely like it.”