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

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Chapter 314

After about an hour, a delivery bike arrived at the door of Larson Residence.

John was on the phone in his car when it happened. He watched the delivery man open the container on

his bike, take out two bags of groceries, and then ring the doorbell beside the gate.

Quickly, the door opened, and the delivery man jogged in.

John smiled. It seemed like Olivia was going to cook up a storm today.

Wes’ voice came from the other end of the line. “Sir, I’ve sent you the details. We need to attend a

meeting out of town tomorrow. Please don’t forget about it.”

“Okay.”

“Sir, the incident from two years ago that you got me to investigate might be a little complicated.”

John barked coldly, “What about it?”

“We have all the relevant video recordings from the incident, but the only witness, Cole Zachary, is dead,

so there’s a lot of things we can’t seek confirmation on.”

What happened two years ago had always been a thorn in John’s side.

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Even if he felt like he had wronged Olivia, he could not let go of the hatred.

After a long pause, John asked, “Where is she?”

Wes knew that he was asking about Dorothy, so he replied to John, “There’s no news of Ms, Ellis leaving

town, but I’m sure she’s no longer in Ocean City. She must be deliberately hiding from us. Also…”

“Spit it out!”

“Three years ago, Ms. Ellis did abort a child, and that left her infertile. That means the report.she got you

to read was a fake one. I’ve got witnesses.”

John balled his fists up tightly, and the veins on his forehead popped out, displaying that he was so angry

he could no longer hold it in. “That’s it?”

“There’s more.” Wes had sensed John’s anger and was sweating buckets.

“Ms. Ellis was once in a relationship with Ben Wilson, the Larsons’ past driver. He was the man who hit

Mr. Quinton.”

“That’s all?”

“Sir…” Wes was a little afraid. “When you slept with Ms. Ellis, you were drunk, but that does not diminish

the possibility of you having been drugged.”

Then, Wes added bravely, “Sir, are you sure you had sex with Ms. Ellis that night?”

In Wes’ mind, he thought that regardless of whether John was drunk or not, he still would remember if he

had had sex or not.

John’s eyes gleamed with iciness, and he chuckled coldly. “Wes Coulson, are you tired of living?”

Wes was a timid man, so he was quick to say, “Sorry. I overstepped my boundaries. I’ll continue to track

Ms. Ellis down.”

John hung up the call and threw his phone aside.

That night…

He really did not remember anything about it. When he woke up the next morning, Dorothy was crying

and speaking affectionately, so he believed her.

Now, upon looking back, it was probably all Dorothy’s lies.

However, even if Dorothy had been with someone else and lied to him, it did not diminish the fact that

she had saved him.

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Because of that, he could not kill her, but he hated it when people had a foothold on him!

In the Larson Residence.

lan was upstairs in his room, and the door was closed, so Olivia did not know what he was up to.

She did not want to disturb him, so as soon as the groceries arrived, she began cookirig in the kitchen.

It had been two years since she last saw lan, and he had grown taller, but he had also lost weight.

Surely no one had cared about him getting enough nutrients while he was fostered in someone else’s

home, so Olivia hoped to make him gain at least a few pounds.

Just as she finished slicing up the beef, she heard the door open and thought it was lan coming down.

She did not turn back as she said, “lan, it’s gonna take a while longer. You can go do your own thing for

now, and when it’s ready, I’ll let you know.”

“What are you cooking today?”

“Braised prawns, salad…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Olivia felt like something was not right with lan’s voice. She turned

around quickly only to fall into a firm embrace.

John took the chance to snake his arms around her waist. “What kind of salad? Why don’t you finish your

sentence, hmm?”

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