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

Chapter 32

Dorothy?

That answer shocked Zac. He had never been interested in John’s women, so he did not know much about Dorothy.

Even though he disliked Dorothy, he never expected her to do something like this.

Dorothy knew Olivia was too weak to walk, yet she told Olivia about her murder plan. She wanted Olivia to feel distressed knowing about it while being unable to stop it from happening. It was indeed a vicious plan.

‘Does John know about this?’ Zac wondered.

However, he knew it was a pointless question. John definitely did not know about it.

“Why does she want to kill your butler?”

Olivia bit her lip, hesitating. She did not dare to tell anyone about her doubts regarding her parents’ death. After all, she had no evidence about it. If Dorothy took advantage of the situation and accused her instead, she would be in trouble and unable to explain herself.

She timidly asked, “Can I refuse to tell you the reason?”

Zac did not question her further and just nodded. “Of course. I’m John’s friend, and I understand if you want to

secret

feared he might

no choice because

reached the peninsula in only fifteen

cards in the villa compound. It looked

a sudden wave of anxiety wash over her. Uneasiness rose in her

gritted her teeth as her body shuddered, unable to bear to think about Uncle Wallace’s

she had lost a lot of blood, Zac did what he had done before and carried her out of

could indeed not walk, so

you have the

doesn’t need a key. There’s a

had installed a fingerprint recognition door nearly a year ago to prevent John from locking

the door with

assailed her nostrils, but there was no

in the living room on but saw no one around. However, she was an observant

glass was only for guests, so someone must have

on the sofa and said, “I’ll go upstairs to check things out. Stay

anything happens.”

had no choice because she

Zac could head upstairs, Dorothy walked down the stairs in her nightgown. She stood by the staircase, rubbed her eyes, and frowned. “Mr. Quinton? Why