All Chapters of Substitute Bride Of Retarded Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

. Gillian added her book, pen, and necessities into her bag. Once she was done with all the preparation, Gillian slung the strap of her bag on her shoulder and adjusted it. Immediately, Gillian made her way toward the mirror and stared at it to take in her appearance. Gillian wore a navy blue shirt and a plaid black skirt that fell on her beautiful thighs, her long jet-black hair parked in a bun, revealing her beautiful bare face while showcasing her smooth and pale long neck. Gillian picked up her phone from its charging spot. Her eyes fell on Augustus, who had been staring at her throughout the course of the arrangement, and her eyes lit up, her face unconsciously brightening in a sweet smile. Gillian walked toward Augustus, who sat straight on the bed, and she extended her hand to ruffle his hair the way he loved it. His eyes squinted, and his lips curved upward. “Young master, Gillian has to go to the university to study from now on.” Due to the engagement with Luke,

‘Gillian, come over and read this content to the class. Gillian, collect the books and bring them to my office. Gillian, my book has just fallen; pick it up. Gillian…’ Gillian slurped her drink through the straw loudly, her action resulting in noisy bubbles popping in the drink; her whole person slumped onto the cafeteria seat, her eyes reddened and shimmering with tears, and her expression very pitiful. Why? Why is she a modeling student? Why does she have to return to school this time? Why does that bastard have to be a professor in the same school as her? Why does he have to be in charge of her course? Why does everything seem so messed up? The more Gillian’s thoughts spurned, the more Gillian felt as if she was going to go crazy. That bastard had purposely summoned her about throughout his class in order to make Gillian’s life a living hell! Why? Is there justice in the world? Where is it heard in this century that a teacher does this to a student? Yet that basta

The school dean slammed his fist against the sturdy table and pointed at Gillian. “Since you only caused trouble and stained our school's reputation. The school had come to a decision. Our school can't welcome you any longer, and you’ve been expelled…” “What did you just say?” The sudden cold masculine voice with a foreign accent that came from behind interjected the dean's voice. Gillian turned toward the voice, and her eyes widened when her eyes met with the raging eyes of a certain cynical, stuck-up bastard. When did Norviel step inside? She hadn’t heard him at all. Norviel took a step forward, a cold aura oozing out of him. His piercing eyes landed on the school dean, and he questioned coldly, “What trouble did she cause?” The school dean couldn't help shivering under Norviel’s piercing gaze, his eyes darting about in nervousness. Hearing Norviel’s query, he was short of words and could only part and close his lips, unable to form a response. In fact, Gillian hadn’t

"Gillian. You didn’t come down for dinner last night." A pure and sweet smile appeared on Zenaida's face the instant she saw Gillian, and she elegantly catwalked toward Gillian. Zenaida wore a plain black crop sweater and long white pants; her jet-black hair fell past her shoulders, and her black heels clinked against the floor gently. Zenaida has big and upturned amber eyes, a heart-shaped face, a concave nose, low-arch eyebrows, and orange lips. She has straight legs and figures. Zenaida exuded a pure and elegant aura, and her facial expression was pure and soft, the perfect type of face that tugged at the heartstrings of every man and gave them the urge to care and protect. Upon hearing Zenaida's words, Gillian's head lowered and her fingers trembled. Augustus didn’t sleep in her room last night. Augustus must have been with Zenaida. Augustus and Zenaida have known each other all their lives, so Augustus must have a natural attraction to Zenaida and feel at home with

The two stepped into an elevator that took them to the SWIM Institute's top floor. Immediately the elevator opened, the school guardian stretched her hands out and smiled softly. “Miss Gillian, please walk right. The top floor belongs to the director. He already expects you.” She expressed Gillian subconsciously nodded her head and stepped out of the elevator. It was after the elevator had been closed by the person did she snapped out of her thoughts. “Ah?” The school guardian is not coming with her to the school director? Gillian almost smacked herself to death for falling into a reverie at a serious time. Nevertheless, Gillian knew it was too late to cry for spilled milk. She can only grit her teeth and leave for the director’s office. Now that she's on the top floor, she has no choice but to! The top floor which was solely owned by the director is very big and decorated in a monotone color; somehow, it subconsciously made one’s heart regain its calmness and unburden on