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

Chapter 41

Olivia sat up in bed as her eyes darkened. She snapped, " Dorothy, don't act recklessly!"

Dorothy's smug voice came from the other end of the line.

"Olivia, I know you've been looking for Uncle Wallace these two days. You even called the police. I'm surprised.

"I'll only give you one chance, or you'll have to collect his body!"

Olivia gritted her teeth and tried to calm herself.

"Okay, go on.

"Let's meet at West Village at 7 PM."

With that said, Dorothy emphasized with a sneer. "Olivia, come alone. If you call the police or talk to Zac, you will never see him alive."

After hanging up, Olivia dropped her right hand feebly.

She knew the risk.

However, she could not watch Uncle Wallace die, so she had to go-even if she knew she was malicious.

'After the last afternoon ward round at 6 PM, Olivia took out the clothes she had borrowed from the nurse and ran to the bathroom to get changed. Then she put on a baseball cap and sneaked out from the stairwell.

She stopped a taxi downstairs.

"Hello, West Village. Please hurry.

It was more than a 40-minute taxi ride from the hospital to West Village, and the extra ten minutes or so allowed her to familiarize herself with the place.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Miss, what are you doing in West Village at night? That place is remote and dangerous."

Olivia pulled out 300 dollars and handed it to the driver. " Is 300 dollars enough?"

The driver nodded and drove away.

No one would go against money.

However, Olivia did not notice a black Maybach pulling up in front of the hospital as soon as she got into the car.

"Shall we follow them, sir?"

John's deep eyes stared at the direction that the taxi was headed. A chill instantly exuded from his body, making Wes shudder. He never wanted to let her go that night.

'However, after she slapped him and yelled at him, his heart ached for some reason, and his anger disappeared instantly. Looking at Olivia, who shrunk like a hedgehog in bed, he suddenly lost interest in continuing.

Therefore, he did not see her for two days only to see

what she would do. However, he saw her sneak out as soon as he came.

What could she do when she was covered in wounds?

She knew how to surprise him!

It seemed that he was too easy on her after all!

After Olivia got out of the car at West Village, the driver took off.

It was an isolated place and was grimmer at night.

The trees around her rustled when the wind blew, making her hair stand on end.

This part of the West Village used to be a factory but was later abandoned and became a gathering place for many criminals.

No wonder the police did not track this place down. After all, who would have expected Dorothy to hide Uncle Wallace here?

She took a few steps inside and saw a door open with some light coming from inside.

Olivia was scared, but she braced herself and went in

anyway.

Once inside, she found Uncle Wallace lying on the ground.

"Uncle Wallace!"

She shouted, leaping forward and picking Uncle Wallace

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"Ms... Ms. Larson?"

Uncle Wallace struggled to open his eyes. After realizing it was Olivia, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Uncle Wallace's mouth. He breathed heavily as his chest heaved up and down.

"Ms. Larson, run... run!"

"No, I'm taking you with me! Uncle Wallace, nothing can happen to you."

Olivia felt a warm and sticky liquid in her palms. She looked down to see Uncle Wallace's chest red with blood.