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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 227

Olivia followed Dorothy’s car, which slowly left the city and headed for the hills.

To prevent Dorothy from setting a trap for her, Olivia turned on the camera she had pinned to her clothes.

This time, she wanted everyone to see Dorothy’s true face, even if it hurt her!

After driving for another half an hour, Dorothy finally made a turn and pulled over.

Olivia followed her, stopped, and looked around. A sudden uneasiness struck her.

It was a scary place, and it did not look like anyone lived here. She wondered what Dorothy was up to.

‘Is Dorothy trying to kill me?’

Olivia reached for a knife and hid it in her pocket.

After getting out of the car, Dorothy opened the closed iron door and looked back at her. “This way.”

After walking a distance inside, it struck Olivia that it was a funeral parlor.

However, it was an abandoned funeral parlor.

No wonder the police and Zac failed to find Uncle Wallace. This place was well

hidden.

However, what bothered Olivia was how Dorothy had gotten to know this place.

These days, she had a very strong feeling that Dorothy’s connections were widespread and very powerful.

Suddenly, she remembered Aaron’s advice.

‘Could the person backing Dorothy up be John?’

Suddenly, Dorothy stopped and asked, “Olivia, why are you so obsessed with that old man’s body?”

“Uncle Wallace was an important person in my life. And he died because of me.

Dorothy scoffed. “Olivia, your sense of righteousness is ridiculous.”

“Cut the crap. Where’s Uncle Wallace?”

“What’s the hurry?”

Suddenly, Dorothy clapped her hands, and all the lights turned on.

Only then did Olivia realize that the room was not a morgue but a burning room. No wonder the smell and temperature had been weird when she entered.

“What’s all this about, Dorothy?”

“A surprise for you.”

“You…”

Before Olivia could finish her sentence, someone kicked her legs from behind, making her fall to her knees.

“Ahh!”

Her knee, which was already in pain, fell straight onto the concrete, making her scream in pain.

Seeing her in pain, Dorothy smiled and walked up to her, tugging at her hair. “Olivia, I said I would return the old man to you, but I didn’t say how!”

‘What?’

Olivia had already guessed what Dorothy was trying to do. She struggled frantically with her hands, but her shoulders were being pressed down so hard that she could not move.

“Do it!”

Then, a man appeared and pushed Uncle Wallace into the incinerator.

“No!”

Uncle Wallace’s hometown was in the countryside, and he had an ancestral grave. Olivia hoped she could take him back home and bury his whole body there.

However, now…

Dorothy pulled Olivia’s head back and laughed. “Olivia, don’t be so anxious. More excitement is still ahead!”

Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes as she pleaded. “What more do you want, Dorothy? Uncle Wallace treated you so well. Please let him go.”

“Let him go?” Dorothy sneered. “When did he let me go? He treated you and me differently before the Larson family was broke.

“Your father treated me coldly for a week after you broke his antique vase, and he blamed it on me.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“A splinter cut you. Obviously, it was a small cut, but he was still comforting you anxiously. And me? I climbed up to get the kite on the tree. My foot slipped, and I fell off. My calf was cut and bleeding a lot, yet he just looked at me coldly.”

“Olivia, do you think I should let him go?”