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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 100

As she was speaking, the lady lowered her tone and went nearer to the two, “His money was probably illegal, that’s why he escaped.”

Olivia and Zyla exchanged gazes and looked at the lady. “Ma’am, do you know which old folks’ home his mother went to?”

The lady scratched her head and murmured, “Which one was it again… I somewhat heard the word mountain but not the rest. He didn’t tell anyone as well, I just happened to pass by when he was on a call.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome but I am afraid you might not be able to get your money back. How much did he owe you?”

“Ten thousand.”

“Oh dear, that will be difficult.”

Olivia pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. “Guess we don’t have a choice then, thank you ma’am.”

“Well, I’ll take my leave.”

After the lady left, the two went back into the car. Now that Ben was nowhere to be found, all leads were lost.

Even if there were surveillance cameras, those would not be enough to prove the connection to Dorothy and she might even frame them herself with the evidence.

Zyla used her laptop on the driver’s seat and said, “Sis Liv, there are 5 old folks home in Ocean City that have the word mountain in their names.”

“Which one among the five is located near the mountains and the most remote?”

“Green Mountains Old Folks Home.”

“Let’s go for that then.”

“Alright.”

Just as Zyla started the engine, Olivia’s phone rang and after taking a look, it was

from John.

She declined the call.

During these two years, unless it was necessary, this man would never call her, he was acting abnormally these two days.

‘Is he afraid that I might find out anything?’

After hanging up twice, Olivia got a message from him.

[Olivia Larson, are you trying to seek death? Pick up your phone!]

Olivia switched off her phone and tossed it into her bag.

At the same time, in the president’s office of the Freeman Group.

yet

The veins in John’s hands bulged, almost crushing the phone, and he swept all the ornaments on the table to the ground with a wave.

‘This woman is getting more and more arrogant. How dare she ignore my calls for two days and not return home for a night?!’

At that moment, Wes walked into the room in a rush and was stunned after seeing the mess.

“Sir, I found madam!”

“Where!?”

“She’s now moving towards the north, she was at West York Village earlier.”

John frowned and her eyes were full of murderous intent. “Why is she in West York Village?”

Wes was taken aback and he was slightly horrified. “No idea, she stopped there for a quarter hour and left.”

“Where was she last night?”

“Golden Hills Apartment.”

“Golden Hills… Apartment?”

“Yes.”

John loosen his tie a little. The others might not know, but he knew better.

The Golden Hills Apartment was a property under the Quinton family and Zac owned a unit there that he would go over to stay sometimes.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘No wonder she is daring enough to decline my calls, it’s because of Zac helping her, huh!”

“Wes, get the car and stop Olivia Larson!”

‘West York Village then now to the north, are these two travelling?’

‘What an amazing dream!’

Wes was driving while John sat at the back. Few minutes later, John said with dissatisfaction, “Wes, move, I’ll drive.”

Wes was a little helpless after seeing how mad he was. “Sir…”

“Get out!”

Wes immediately stopped by the roadside and went to the passenger seat since he could not stop John.

John went full force on the accelerator upon getting into the car.

‘Olivia Larson, we haven’t gotten a divorce and you’re so daring already? Let me show you what I can do!’