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!’

give you money to hit Mr. Quinton with

“Yes.”

can peacefully live out

“I’ll tell you!”

at the two in horror. “She

“Kill him?”

curled her lip. “It’s not unusual for

Quinton family is the second

everything and come

Terrified, Ben nodded.

was

Mr. Quinton that night, and I faked

know who killed

changed as her nails dug into her flesh.

“Cole.”

“What?

-‘Cole?”

witness, but

‘But…’

stepped forward and stared coldly at Ben, her lips trembling. “Did you see it with your own

I went to see Dorothy the night before and heard about it, so I 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

Ben could finish,

Staring at him with wide eyes, she asked through gritted teeth, “Why didn’t you

Wallace treated you well, and you let

his wits. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. “I… I

scared.”

“Scared?”