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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 32

Dorothy?

That answer shocked Zac. He had never been interested in John’s women, so he did not know much about Dorothy.

Even though he disliked Dorothy, he never expected her to do something like this.

Dorothy knew Olivia was too weak to walk, yet she told Olivia about her murder plan. She wanted Olivia to feel distressed knowing about it while being unable to stop it from happening. It was indeed a vicious plan.

‘Does John know about this?’ Zac wondered.

However, he knew it was a pointless question. John definitely did not know about it.

“Why does she want to kill your butler?”

Olivia bit her lip, hesitating. She did not dare to tell anyone about her doubts regarding her parents’ death. After all, she had no evidence about it. If Dorothy took advantage of the situation and accused her instead, she would be in trouble and unable to explain herself.

She timidly asked, “Can I refuse to tell you the reason?”

Zac did not question her further and just nodded. “Of course. I’m John’s friend, and I understand if you want to

keep things secret from me.”

Olivia was grateful to Zac, but she feared he might tell John about what she had told him.

She had no choice because their relationship was complicated.

Zac sped along the way and reached the peninsula in only fifteen minutes.

The house was dark, and there were no cards in the villa compound. It looked like John was not home.

Olivia felt a sudden wave of anxiety wash over her. Uneasiness rose in her when Zac pulled the car over.

She gritted her teeth as her body shuddered, unable to bear to think about Uncle Wallace’s situation.

Knowing Olivia had a knee injury and could not walk because she had lost a lot of blood, Zac did what he had done before and carried her out of the car.

Olivia could indeed not walk, so she did not refuse Zac’s help.

“Do you have the keys?”

“It doesn’t need a key. There’s a fingerprint sensor.”

Olivia had installed a fingerprint recognition door nearly a year ago to prevent John from locking her out in the rain again.

Olivia unlocked the door with her finger.

The room was empty. The smell of disinfectant assailed her nostrils, but there was no smell of blood.

Olivia turned the lights in the living room on but saw no one around. However, she was an observant woman, SO she noticed the glass on the coffee table.

That glass was only for guests, so someone must have visited the house.

Zac put Olivia down on the sofa and said, “I’ll go upstairs to check things out. Stay here and shout for me if

anything happens.”

Olivia nodded. She had no choice because she really could do nothing with her condition.

However, before Zac could head upstairs, Dorothy walked down the stairs in her nightgown. She stood by the staircase, rubbed her eyes, and frowned. “Mr. Quinton? Why are you here? Johnny isn’t home.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

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Olivia supported herself and struggled as she got up from the sofa. She bit her lips and questioned Dorothy. Dorothy, where’s Uncle Wallace?”

Dorothy seemed surprised to see Olivia, and she glanced at Zac meaningfully.

“Liv, aren’t you supposed to be resting in the hospital? Why did you bring Zac home?”

Then, she looked at them in disbelief as she covered her mouth. “Oh my God! You guys aren’t… Liv, how could you do this to Johnny? You’re his wife!”

Dorothy’s words disgusted Olivia.

Dorothy knew that Olivia was John’s lawfully-wedded wife, so why did she choose to become John’s mistress in the first place?

She was so shameless!

“Dorothy, I’m asking you once more. Where’s Uncle Wallace?”

Dorothy frowned and said, “Liv, Uncle Wallace lives in the suburbs. When did he come to Ocean City? Did you lose your mind when you lost all that blood?”

Olivia froze. Dorothy was so good at acting. She looked so innocent as she spoke.

Her anxiety grew. She guessed that Uncle Wallace was probably already dead by now.