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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 221

The ringtone of Olivia’s phone broke the strange silence in the car.

“Sis Liv, where are you?”

Olivia snapped out of her daze when she heard Zyla’s voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Stay in a hotel tonight. Don’t come back home. There’re lots of reporters outside. your house.”

Reporters?

Startled, Olivia asked, puzzled, “Zy, please tell me what happened.”

Zyla paused for a while then said, “Sis Liv, the video of you surrendering to the police has spread everywhere through the internet. Everyone thinks you killed your former butler because you wanted to cheat on your husband.”

Olivia sneered. “I see. Make sure you take good care of yourself.”

“Sis Liv, which hotel will you be staying in tonight? I’ll bring you soup.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go back and have it.”

Then, Olivia hung up the call.

John glanced at her. “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

Wes frowned. Then, he made a turn, driving into Golden Hills Apartment. The first thing he saw was a group of reporters.

Immediately, John realized what Olivia was talking about on the phone. “I’ll send you back to Cliffside Villa.”

“No. These reporters are like flies. I’m sure they’ll be waiting at Cliffside Villa too.”

“I’ll drive you to a hotel, then.”

Olivia turned her head and glanced at John coldly as she scoffed. “John, why are you pretending to be kind now?”

In the warehouse, he had still suspected her even when they were confronting Cole, and he even forced her to kill him. Olivia did not trust John anymore now.

John’s Maybach was so obvious that the reporters were quick to notice. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

All of them gathered around Olivia the moment she opened the car door.

“She’s here!”

“Ms. Larson, did you kill your butler because you were having an affair with another man?”

“As I understand it, the butler was very kind to you. How could you kill him?”

“Who is your lover? Does Mr. Freeman know about him?”

Some reporters even knocked on the driver’s window. “Mr. Freeman, come out and say something.”

“Did you know your wife was cheating on you? Will you get divorced?”

John was speechless.

He sat in the car in displeasure and looked at Olivia, who was in the crowd, annoyed.

Then, he opened the door and walked through the crowd with an annoyed and

murderous gaze.

His expression scared the reporters, and they quickly backed away, making way for him to walk.

John went straight to her. He tried to pull her back into the car, but she shoved him.

away.

“What are you doing, Olivia?” He was annoyed.

She looked at him coldly. “John, it was Dorothy who did all this. Since she started it, this will have to go on.”

Her calmness dumbfounded John. She looked very different from how frantic she

was just now.

“Go back. I’ll take care of it.”

“Heh, no.” Olivia sneered and looked back at the reporters as she coldly asked, “What else do you want to know? Details of the murder? Or how I dumped the body?”

The reporters were startled. They thought Olivia would remain silent, but she was surprisingly frank.

Those who were bolder shouted, “Yes, yes! Can you please tell us more about the case? I’m sure everyone wants to know why the prime socialite of Ocean City, who was once so famous, is now a murderer.”

“Okay’

Olivia’s voice was cold. “Do you know where Uncle Wallace’s body is?”

The reporter was confused. “Ms. Larson, what do you mean by this?”

“I mean, Uncle Wallace’s body was stolen from the police station, and I want to find it because I don’t want him to be used after he’s dead. The body will give you the

answers you’re looking for.”

The body was missing?

The reporters were shocked. This was not the information they had gotten. Suddenly, John picked her up and walked into the apartment.