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

Chapter 195

At the hotel.

Ben, clean and dripping in water, came in and plopped down on his knees. “Ms. Larson, let me live!”

It seemed he had recognized her.

Olivia pulled a blanket from the side and threw it at Ben. She said through clenched teeth, “Look up.”

Ben obediently looked up at them, trembling. “Ms. Larson, Mr. Quinton, let me live.”

“It seems you recognize us. Who told you to hit Mr. Quinton?”

Ben bit his lip and hesitated as if frightened.

“Are you not going to tell me?”

Olivia put her hands around her chest, pretending to be calm. “You should know Mr. Quinton is a lawyer. We have the surveillance video of you hitting him. How many years do you think you’ll get for a hit-and-run?

“A minimum of three years for hit-and-run, and a minimum of ten years for intentional homicide. You might get the death penalty too!”

Zac answered, scaring Ben out of his wits with a few words.

She could see that Ben was afraid to die, or he would not be reduced to a beggar and live in degradation.

Not long after, Ben kneeled on the ground. “Dorothy told me to do it. I have nothing to do with it. Please let me go!”

‘I knew it was Dorothy!’

Dorothy give you money to hit Mr. Quinton with

“Yes.”

and your mother can peacefully live out her old age in Green Mountain Nursing Home,

“I’ll tell you!”

made me this way!” Ben looked at the two in horror. “She wants to kill

“Kill him?”

“It’s not unusual

Quinton family is the second largest family in

to live, tell me everything and come with me to the

Terrified, Ben nodded.

knew Zac was worse than

that night, and I faked Dorothy’s car

I know who killed Uncle

nails dug into her flesh.

“Cole.”

“What?

-‘Cole?”

thought Cole was only a false witness, but

‘But…’

stared coldly at Ben, her lips trembling. “Did you see

went with her to West Village the next day and saw Cole stab Uncle Wallace in the chest. After the first stab, he pulled it out

could finish, Olivia

at him with wide eyes, she asked through gritted teeth, “Why didn’t you save Uncle Wallace when

Wallace treated you well,

his wits. Cold sweat broke out on his

scared.”

“Scared?”