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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 140

Before he could finish speaking, his phone rang. It was a phone call from John.

Wes nodded. “Madam, don’t worry. I’ll answer the call first.”

“Okay, go ahead and be careful.”

After Olivia brought Zyla into the room, Wes quickly answered the phone and heard the man fuming.

“Come to the study.”

Once in the study, Wes knew he would suffer when he saw John looking grim.

‘Did Madam and Sir have another fight without me?’

“Go find out what other guys Olivia had before she met me!”

“Huh?”

“Including those who pursued her when she was at school. Don’t let any of them go!”

“Yes.”

“Aaron Summers too!”

That man was the prime suspect. He was a childhood friend and happened to show up right now!

Wes then realized John was jealous again and quickly nodded. “Yes, are you returning to the office today?”

“I’m returning now.”

With Zyla taking care of her, Olivia’s life was much more comfortable. At least she had three meals a day and took her medicine on time.

When her foot was almost healed, Olivia suggested, “Zyla, go out with me today.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Don’t ask. Just come with me.”

Zyla smiled. “Okay, we can also get some groceries. The refrigerator is empty.”

“Alright.”

The two cleaned up and headed out the door. Zyla drove while Olivia navigated.

She deliberately chose a pawnshop far from the city, thinking she would be able to keep it a secret from John.

After parking the car, Zyla looked up. “Sis Liv, do you want to pawn something? If you need money…”

“Zyla, I can’t borrow 70 million dollars from Mr. Quinton, can I?”

Zyla nodded. “You’re right.”

“Wait for me in the car.”

“Okay.”

Olivia went into the pawnshop and took everything out of her bag, including the ring.

The pawnbroker’s eyes lit up when they saw the ring. “That’s a quality thing, Miss. Are you sure you want to pawn it?”

“Yes, how much can you offer me? It’s the creation of the international jeweler Q.” “Miss, although it’s signed Q, it’s not Q’s creation.”

Olivia looked over warily and snatched the ring from his hand. “What do you mean? Are you saying this is a fake?”

“Miss, you misunderstood me. I didn’t say it was fake. Q’s signature is real, and the ring is indeed made by Q, but the design isn’t.”

“What?”

Olivia was a design major and loved Q’s work, but how could this ring be…

The boss seemed to recognize Olivia’s doubts and explained. “Miss, the inside

pattern of the ring looks like a wave but is actually an F. The designer’s initials should be F.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

‘F?

Olivia froze and looked down at the inside of the ring to see that the wave looked increasingly like F as she looked longer.

The ring’s from John. Did he… design it?”

“Miss, are you going to pawn it? I can give you 20 million dollars.”

Olivia subconsciously took a step back as the tears fell.

How could she give it up?

Just then, her phone rang. It was the asset management office.

“Ms. Larson, I’m sorry. We couldn’t keep the house because someone had just

bought it at full price. We’re really sorry.”

Olivia’s legs gave way as she leaned against the wall. She bit her lips and stifled the cry. “Got it. Thanks.”

She did not get to keep Larson’s Residence after all…