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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 93

“Olivia Larson!”

John yelled her name angrily.

Probably because this had happened numerous times so she did not react much but looked at the two indifferently. “You want me to take care of her? Don’t even think

about it.”

“Don’t you want the Larson’s Residence?”

Olivia snorted. “With this vicious mistress here, even if I kneel down and lick her toes,

she will not give me the house.”

That being said, she smiled at Dorothy. “Right, Dorothy?”

Dorothy leaned in John’s arms and spoke weakly with her delicate voice, “Johnny, don’t be mad. It’s not Liv’s fault to hold prejudice against me, besides, I am invading someone else’s territory in the eyes of the people…”

“Wow Dorothy, since when have you learned literature? I didn’t expect you to use such eloquent language.”

“Olivia Larson!” Don’t be too much!”

John finished yelling at Olivia and then spoke to Dorothy gently, “This is your home, no one can say anything about it!”

Olivia’s heart was instantly torn apart upon hearing these words.

‘He’s right, this is his house and he makes the final call as to who should be staying here, who am I to comment? As for respect…’

“Johnny, ever since this mistress appeared, my image has gone down the drain. Everyone in Ocean City knows that my husband has an affair with my best friend. Every bit of my image, reputation, and respect is gone!”

Olivia stared at them while gritting her teeth and was unwilling to show the slightest

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Seeing such, Dorothy immediately said, “Liv, if I could go back in time, I would definitely avoid meeting Johnny, but… Liv, this is our destiny and I don’t have a choice. You can hate me or throw tantrums at me, plus you already told someone to knock me out, so you shouldn’t be mad already…”

Olivia laughed coldly. “My anger will never disappear unless you die! You should

know better how many lives you have in hand, you killed…”

“Liv! You can call me cheap or scold me for loving someone that I shouldn’t, but you cannot accuse me of murder! When have I ever killed anyone? I can’t even bring myself to kill a fish, let alone a human…”

That being said, tears started falling down Dorothy’s face again.

John’s eyes darkened even more and he placed Dorothy down on the floor. “Grab the handle.”

He then turned over and stalked toward Olivia and grabbed her neck. “Olivia Larson, I’ve warned you to not simply accuse Dolly, why won’t you listen?”

Olivia snorted and stared at him in despair with her hazy eyes.

“You hired someone who nearly killed her in a car crash, if it wasn’t for her kindness, you would still be in prison! You are the wicked one here!”

‘Wicked?

‘Me?’

This was probably the funniest joke she had ever heard in her entire life.

Dorothy faked the car accident and framed her into it. In the end, she spared her death sentence by the name of ‘sisterhood’.

‘Should I kneel down and do a kowtow to express my gratitude to her?

‘The Larson family has been so kind to the Ellis family, but what did we get in return? Nothing but being used for their expense, and my family was killed for this. Yet now, Dorothy is playing the role of an angel and I became the sinner.’

Olivia glared at John stubbornly and the smile on her mouth became more permeable.

“Olivia Larson, this is the last time I am warning you!”

John let go of her neck and turned to help Dorothy into the bedroom.

Olivia touched her neck uncomfortably and she saw Dorothy leaning on John with a triumphant smile.

There was a stabbing pain in her chest, and suddenly her throat felt uncomfortable, and she could not help coughing.