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

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Chapter 771

Two months passed peacefully.

During this time, Olivia often went to have meals with Ian and Sam, and their relationship improved.

Watching them grow up reminded her of Lyla.

Everyone seemed to be around her, but Lyla was not, making her feel a little sad deep down.

Fortunately, although Ian still put on his pride, he talked to her more and gradually accepted her.

The best thing was that the atelier was back on track. The assistant accepted more orders for her, making her feel

comfortable as a designer again.

In a blink of an eye, autumn was around the corner. The fragrance of the osmanthus flowers was the best during

this season, so Olivia brought the easel to the balcony. She planned to design while enjoying the scent of the

osmanthus flowers. Her newfound inspiration filled her mind with ideas.

However, it had just rained, and the breeze was cold.

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"Miss?"

Mrs. Simmons pushed open the door and noticed Olivia was working. She lowered her voice. "Miss, it’s time."

Without waiting for Olivia's reply, she turned back and closed the room door.

Mrs. Simmons knew Olivia did not like being disturbed when working. She only had to remind Olivia about her

schedule.

Half an hour later, she ran downstairs in a hurry. "Oh, no! I'm already half an hour late."

Mrs. Simmons handed her the lunch box she had prepared earlier and retrieved the coat on the hanger for Olivia.

"Miss, don't worry. Mr. Quinton will understand even if you are half an hour late."

Olivia scratched her head and said, "I thought I could take another two minutes to work, but time passed faster

than I expected."

Then, she took the lunch box and headed out.

Mrs. Simmons was afraid Olivia would speed to reach her destination faster. "Miss, you can call Mr. Quinton to tell

him you will be late. Don't speed. It's dangerous."

Snapping out of her anxiousness, she responded, "Okay. Mrs. Simmons, please go inside the house. It’s cold

outside."

"Okay. I'll see you off first."

To be on the safe side, Olivia sent Zac a message.

[Zac, I left the house later than expected today. I'm heading there now.

Please forgive me for being late.]

Soon, she got a reply from Zac. [No worries. Drive slowly.]

For these two months, she had brought lunch for Zac every afternoon. Part of the reason was that she wanted him

to have his meals on time and that she wanted to support him.

She knew she could not help Zac, but she wanted to do something for him. If she did not, she felt she owned him so

much.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the Quinton Group’s building.

She parked the car and hurried inside with her lunch box in hand.

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The elevator was on the ground floor. She was getting ready to enter when she ran head-on into someone.

As expected, enemies often crossed each other’s paths.

It was the first time they had met since two months ago.

However, in public, especially in the Quinton Group’s building, Dorothy did not dare to shout. She could only warn

Olivia in a voice only she could hear when she passed by. "B*tch, just you wait!"

Dorothy's words shattered the peace in Olivia’s life, bringing her back to the chaos.

Olivia reached out her hand and grabbed Dorothy. Then, she smirked and said loudly, "Sister-in-law, since we

bumped into each other, why aren't you greeting me? Is it because you still dislike me? Oh, is it because..."

"Sister-in-law!" Dorothy quickly stopped Olivia. "I was in a hurry, so I didn’t see you. Sorry."

"We have not met each other for two months, yet you are still on guard."

"I'm sorry about what happened at the wedding. Dad had already punished me for it, and I realized my mistake. I

hope you won't mind. After all..."

Dorothy gritted her teeth and said, "We are family!"

Olivia chuckled. "Of course. Dad expects you to conceive a grandchild for him."

Upon hearing this, Dorothy’s expression changed, and she glared at Olivia." Are you pregnant?"

If that b*tch Phoebe was pregnant, Dorothy would really think about killing her!

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