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

Chapter 892

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 892

Quinton Residence.

Dorothy was currently lounging on the sofa, eating fruits while watching TV. She was having a good time.

It was because she knew that the two b*stards would be dead by the end of the day.

She rejoiced at the thought.

‘Phoebe, you repeatedly went against me. I made you lose everything this time!’ All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

While she was thinking, a figure suddenly blocked her view of the TV.

Upset, she said indignantly, “What idiot dares to block my view? Do you have a death wish?”

However, she looked up into Olivia’s scarlet eyes and instantly shuddered.

“When… When did you get in, you b*tch?”

Seeing her malicious look, Dorothy gulped and tried to get up to call someone, but Olivia pressed her down on the sofa.

“What are you doing? Phoebe, you b*tch. Get off me! Do you want to die?” “Do you know the Jameson family will come after you if anything happens to me? And Zac. I’ll make sure he gets kicked out of Quinton Group!”

Olivia began choking her with a blank expression.

Dorothy hit the sofa in horror and tried to free herself, but Olivia was so strong that she failed.

‘Phoebe, let… let… let go! Forget… Forget about having it easy… if I die!”

Dorothy was still threatening her and scaring her.

However, Olivia was undaunted.

When did Dorothy let her have it easy?

When had she let her family go?

No, so there was no threat whatsoever!

Just as Dorothy was about to breathe her last breath, Olivia suddenly let go of her grip and quickly grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed Dorothy right in the thigh.

“Ah!”

Olivia looked at her coldly as if she was a demon who had returned from hell and was about to take her down to hell. There was nothing but malice.

“Phoebe, you lost your mind! Ouch! Ouch! I won’t let you off the hook, Phoebe! I won’t let your daughter off the hook either. That b*stard. I’ll make sure she…”

Before she could finish speaking, Olivia clenched her teeth and twisted the knife that Dorothy fainted from the pain.

Olivia picked up a cold Coke from the table and threw it onto Dorothy’s face, waking her up.

“Ah! It’s cold!” “Ah! Ouch! Ouch! Lunatic!”

Olivia sneered and leaned into her ear as she spoke hoarsely, “Dorothy, it’s illegal to kill, so I’ll keep you alive. But it’s not you who’s going against me. It’s me who wants you dead!”

Once she finished speaking, she smiled darkly. “By the way, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison if you call the police!”

Dorothy was angry yet afraid. “Don’t you dare! I…”

However, one glance from Olivia made her keep her harsh words to herself.

Olivia also pulled the knife out of Dorothy’s thigh when she left.

Blood gushed out, and Dorothy fainted again from the pain.

Olivia walked out without looking back. It was as if nothing had happened.

John saw the blood on her body and face as well as the knife in her hand. He went over and helped her wipe it off. He was relieved to confirm it was not her blood.

Olivia handed him the knife, “This is evidence that I hurt Dorothy. Take it.”

John took it and glanced doubtfully at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll destroy it for you.”

Olivia looked up at him and smiled.

It was not a cold smile but a bright one. However, the brighter her smile was, the more terrifying it was.

“You can also take it to the police and help Dorothy sue me.”

John frowned. “Liv, you know I wont.”

Instead of replying, Olivia looked at the knife and asked indifferently, “John, do you remember four years ago when Dorothy and I were lying in the kitchen covered in blood?”