Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman's Indifferent Sinner Wife

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 214

Before this, every time Dorothy picked out a place, something would happen.

This time, Olivia wanted to make sure nothing of that sort would happen.

She had only one goal, which was to get Uncle Wallace’s body back. She wanted him to finally be able to rest in peace and not be floating about like a ghost anymore.

However, at the other end of the phone, Dorothy was enraged. “Olivia Larson! I have the trump card here, and don’t you ever forget it!” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Olivia snickered. “I think you’ve got it wrong. I have the trump card. You wanna be Mrs. Freeman? Then I’m the one who has to sign the divorce papers. Uncle Wallace is all you have against me.”

“Your brother…”

“I’ll let you know when I decide on the venue.

Then, Olivia did not give Dorothy a chance to go berserk as she hung up the phone immediately.

At the same time, Zyla walked in after settling the discharging.

“Let’s go, Sis Liv. We’re done with discharge papers. The doctor asks you to come back next week for a follow-up check-up.”

“A follow-up check-up?”

“Yeah. Don’t you ever forget that you’re a pregnant woman with end-stage lung cancer.”

Zyla picked up Olivia’s bags and sighed. “The doctor says that you’re very fortunate to not see any major effects from all the torture your body has gone through.”

Olivia laughed when she thought about her cancer. “You’re becoming naggier and naggier, Zy.”

“How could I not nag? You don’t even care about yourself. If it wasn’t for me watching you all the time, you wouldn’t even eat your medication on time.”

Olivia tugged Zyla’s sleeves and said, “Okay, Zy, don’t get mad. I’ll eat my medication on time from now on. Who knows? Maybe Zac’s medication will work miracles.”

“I’ll see about that.”

The two of them walked to the car as they chatted.

On the opposite side of the road, there was a black Maybach under the tree.

In the car, Wes saw Olivia get in Zyla’s car and asked in confusion. “Sir, aren’t we here to bring Madam home?”

The man in the back seat snuffed out the cigarette in his hands and replied hoarsely, “Let’s go back to the office.”

Wes shook his head helplessly after hearing nothing else from the man. He started the car.

Sir was forever like this. It was clear that he was here because he missed Madam, but he refused to say anything.

The more ridiculous fact was that since Madam was admitted to the hospital and did not come home, Sir had not left his office. He had become a workaholic.

John watched Zyla’s car disappear on the horizon and frowned slightly. A pang of loneliness grew in his heart.

He saw Olivia laugh.

He did not know why, but it just dawned upon him that he had not seen her smile in a very long time.

It seemed like Olivia would only smile a little in front of Zyla.

Why?

Why was there a pang of jealousy in his heart?

He scoffed and denied the thought.

Jealousy?

How could he be jealous?

He did not love Olivia at all! All he had towards her was hatred. He wanted her to live painfully by his side. He wanted her to wish that she was dead!

Wes watched the change of expression on John’s face through the rearview mirror and shook his head.

It was typical human nature to be blinded by their true desires.

After lunch, Olivia sneaked out and took a taxi to Parese Hotel while Zyla was out.

She only sent the location to Dorothy after she got a room.

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That was the only way she could ensure the safety of the room.

After half an hour, Dorothy arrived.

The moment she entered through the door, her hands were outstretched. “Where’s the divorce agreement?”

Olivia sat on the sofa and pointed at the paper bag on the counter.

Dorothy glared at her, opened the paper bags, and after she verified that Olivia’s signature was on the papers, sneered.

“Wouldn’t everything have been fine and dandy if you did this earlier, Olivia? Before this, I didn’t actually want to take your life.”

“Hah! Your words have no credibility, Dorothy Ellis.”

“You deserve to die!”

Olivia did not bother arguing with Dorothy. She was direct. “Where’s Uncle Wallace’s body?”

She saw Dorothy smile an eerie smile. “You want that old man’s body? Not so fast!”