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


    Before this, every time Dorothy picked out a ce, 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 Wace’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!”


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    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 Wace 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, Z walked in after settling the discharging.


    “Let’s go, Sis Liv. We’re done with discharge papers. The doctor asks you toe 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.”


    Z 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.”


    Oliviaughed when she thought about her cancer. “You’re bing 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 Z’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 ck Maybach under the tree.


    In the car, Wes saw Olivia get in Z’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 note home,


    Sir had not left his office. He had be a workaholic.


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


    heart.


    He saw Oliviaugh.


    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 Z.


    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 Z 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 red 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 Wace’s body?”


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