The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 62 Prelude To Trash

Lawrence parked his car by the roadside and stared into the villa district in front of him.

The Lockwood family lived in this villa district.

This is where Philip Lockwood and his family stayed most of the time.

Olivia drove her car out of the villa. As her beautiful Lamborghini whizzed past Lawrence, who happened to roll down his windows, the exhaust gas from her car got into his face.

Before Lawrence could even scold or reason with the driver, the Lamborghini had already sped ahead, leaving Lawrence fuming mad. He was about to drive away when he saw the Lamborghini reversing back. The car windows slid down, revealing Olivia’s attractive face.

Lawrence said furiously, “I was wondering which impudent person it was and it turned out to be you. Are you here to apologize?”

“Apologize?” Olivia raised her eyebrows and sneered. “I should be questioning you instead. Why are you parked outside my house? What ulterior motives do you have? Did that little celebrity send you here?”

Lawrence was abashed and quickly denied it. “Miss, you’re really not ladylike at all. Let me ask you, where’s the woman from yesterday who was even fiercer than you? Where is Isabella?”

“Well. I don’t think you’re much of a gentleman, either. Listen, purple eyes, get out of here right now. This instant. Otherwise, I’ll call security and have you arrested. You look like up you are up to no good, sneaking around like this.”

“You!” Lawrence was a prideful person after all. He was indignant to be ridiculed like this.

Olivia was not someone to be trifled with, either. She snorted. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Lawrence’s face was livid with rage, but he did not want to further embarrass himself and eventually left.

Olivia followed behind him just to make sure.

Lawrence drove away with a dark face, but he was deep in thought.

The woman who knew his identity was from the Lockwood family. Hence, it was not surprising that Olivial knew him.

Hence, because he knew the Lockwood family stayed there, he complied and drove away.

family’s territory. His identity would not

was also a little apprehensive

of this, he could not help but sympathize with Samantha. Of all the people to offend, she

and immediately sent the location of the Lockwood family to Samantha. Samantha stared at the address of the villa. Only the elites of Dawton City got to stay there. Jealousy inevitably crept

Isabella have? She was raised by a commoner and yet had everything she wanted. Just because she gave birth to an illegitimate child, she could marry into an affluent and wealthy family? Samantha’s resentment intensified.

their scandals exposed. When you are there, make sure to make a big fuss. The louder you cry, the better. It’s

Isn’t Dad’s injury in a cast? What’s there to be afraid

were urgency and

media see how miserable you are, how can everyone know how vicious Isabella

then. You will go to their

hung up the phone. The corners of her lips curled up mischievously. There was

from this mess

to Loraine’s house. Isabella brought a few bottles of pills to send

not at home Thus, when Mrs. Thompson brought the group of reporters to the villa to stir

security guards. Mrs. Thompson pushed Mr. Thompson to the front. However,

and started clicking away. The light from the cameras flashed on

time to time. All of them were piqued to see such a scene in the villa district. This was an

started to make phone calls

team rushed over

use of the security team rushing

on his head. No one would dare

around, what would

kneeling on the ground, appeared wretched. She kowtowed and said, “Dear security guards, please don’t chase us away. We’re only here to see

in a deep voice, “There can’t be anyone you know here. Have you come to

a look. This is my daughter. My daughter married into a wealthy family from this villa district. After she became rich, she abandoned her parents. Her father is seriously injured now, and I, a housewife, have no wish to live anymore. Please do me a favor

daughter had married into a family from this villa district, then

residents in the villa area. The security

the villa area. The window rolled down, revealing the face of a stern and solemn middle-aged man. This middle-aged man asked impatiently, “Who’s your

on television. The reporters recognized

middle-aged man did not care about being photographed. He just looked at Mrs. Thompson and Mr.