Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

As Dorothy spoke, she tugged Olivia’s hair again. Then, she looked at her painful expression and smiled.

“Later, when the Larson family went bankrupt, he came to you with evidence and

met me.

“Do you know what the look he gave me was like?”

Then, Dorothy pinched Olivia’s jaw and said, “He looked at me up and down like I was a criminal!”

“Actually, I didn’t initially intend to kill him. He was the one who overestimated

himself and worried about you all the time. It made me sick to think he was thinking about you even before he died!”

Suddenly, Dorothy dragged Olivia to the incinerator. “Olivia, this is what happens when you oppose me! I’ll let you off if you go to jail. Otherwise, this is what you’ll get!”

Tears had already smudged Olivia’s face. She was so heartbroken that she found it difficult to breathe.

Uncle Wallace treated her so well, but she could not even let him die in peace.

Suddenly, an unexplainable strength surged from her. She grabbed Dorothy’s hand and forced her to let go.

Then, she slapped Dorothy.

“Ungrateful b*tch! Dorothy, you’re so ungrateful! We educated you and gave you a place to stay and eat, yet you destroyed our family!”

However, the man behind her pinned her down before she could attack again.

Dorothy got up from the ground, and she covered her burning cheek. Then, she slapped Olivia back.

“B*tch! Your family has always seen me as your servant. You’ve never been sincere to me!”

Olivia’s head tilted to the side, and fresh blood seeped out of the corner of her lips. She fell to the ground weakly.

At that moment, the incinerator stopped working, and Dorothy put on her gloves. She took a handful of ashes and threw them into the air.

Olivia spat out a mouthful of blood and picked up the ashes. She shouted angrily,”

Dorothy, what are you doing?”

Dorothy grinned. “What else could it be? I’m grinding the bone, then scattering the powder, of course!”

“You!”

“What’s wrong with me? I thought you asked me if I was afraid of ghosts. I’ll tell you now: I’m not afraid. If he comes to me, I’ll tear his soul apart!”