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Chapter 902
Dorothy was sleeping when someone suddenly choked her in her sleep. Her cheeks reddened instantly, and she
was unable to breathe.
She patted John's hand, "Let... Let go..."
"Dorothy, let me ask you again. Was it you?"
"I... don't know... what..." Dorothy rolled her eyes. "What are you... saying..."
"Ha, Dorothy, do you think I won't kill you?"
"You... You... can’t!"
Dorothy thought she still had the trump card. She looked up at John with no intention of admitting it.
John would not kill her here, so he let go.
"You're overthinking. If I found out you sent someone to go after Phoebe, I'll make your life a living hell."
He knew Dorothy would take the easy way out by dying.
Moreover, he knew that all Olivia wanted was to make Dorothy's life a living hell!
Therefore, he would help her.
Dorothy violently coughed several times, looked at John's back, and said with a sneer, "I didn't expect you to fall in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlove with a replacement, Mr.
Freeman."
Seeing John ignore her, she roared again, "It doesn't matter how nice you are to Phoebe. You killed Olivia. She's
never coming back!"
Then, she threw her head back and laughed. "Olivia, look how badly you've lost!"
She could not help clenching the sheet after a while.
Since John appeared and questioned her, it meant those people had failed, and Phoebe had escaped her doom
again!
She refused to accept it!
She had defeated the real Olivia. There was no way she would lose to a fake.
She could not let it go so easily!
Phoebe James!
She had a grim expression as she said through clenched teeth, "Phoebe James, I won't let you off the hook so
easily!"
However, she saw the number that she was scared of lit up on her phone as soon as she was about to call
someone.
Besides assigning her new tasks, he rarely took the initiative to contact her.
This time... he probably found out about the progress and came to find fault.
His patience was limited. She had not taken over Quinton Group and had caused a conflict between John and Zac.
She might have annoyed him.
He would not abandon her as Phoebe had said, would he?
No... No...
She wanted to reject the call but was scared, so she could only answer the call with trembling hands.
"Mr. Tres."
"How much longer do I have to wait?"
The man's voice was indifferent. However, the more indifferent he was, the more scared Dorothy was.
She clenched her hand tightly and gulped, "Not much longer. Once they hold the shareholders meeting, then..."
"I don't want to hear an explanation. I want results."
"Mr. Tres, I'm sorry. I'm incompetent. But please give me another chance. I won't let you wait too long.
"Ha, I think you've forgotten what our goal is.”
Hearing this, Dorothy's body trembled as her teeth began to tremble. "Mr. Tres, what do you mean by that?
The man on the other end of the line sneered. "Where's Phoebe James?"
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Dorothy felt her blood freezing.
It seemed Mr. Tres found out about everything she did in Ocean City.
However, how did Mr. Tres know Phoebe?
"That b*tch has been meddling with our plan. We would have succeeded long ago if it wasn’t for her. It's why I
wanted to get rid of her first. Mr. Tres, you gotta believe me."
Once she finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end of the line.
Just when Dorothy thought she had managed to fool him, the man spoke up again.
"Dorothy, I'm not a fool."
"Mr. Tres..."
"I'll give you one last chance. Otherwise... You know the consequences."
"Yes, got it. I will complete my task as soon as possible."
"Don't touch Phoebe."
The person on the other end of the line hung up once he finished speaking.
'What does he mean?
'Does Mr. Tres know Phoebe?’