Chapter 41
Olivia sat up in bed as her eyes darkened. She snapped, ” Dorothy, don’t act recklessly!”
Dorothy’s smug voice came from the other end of the line.
“Olivia, I know you’ve been looking for Uncle Wallace these two days. You even called the police. I’m surprised.
“I’ll only give you one chance, or you’ll have to collect his body!”
Olivia gritted her teeth and tried to calm herself.
“Okay, go on.
“Let’s meet at West Village at 7 PM.”
With that said, Dorothy emphasized with a sneer. “Olivia, come alone. If you call the police or talk to Zac, you will never see him alive.”
After hanging up, Olivia dropped her right hand feebly.
She knew the risk.
However, she could not watch Uncle Wallace die, so she had to go-even if she knew she was malicious.
‘After the last afternoon ward round at 6 PM, Olivia took out the clothes she had borrowed from the nurse and ran to the bathroom to get changed. Then she put on a
baseball cap and sneaked out from the stairwell.
She stopped a taxi downstairs.
“Hello, West Village. Please hurry.
It was more than a 40-minute taxi ride from the hospital to West Village, and the extra ten minutes or so allowed her to familiarize herself with the place.
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Miss, what are you doing in West Village at night? That place is remote and dangerous.”
Olivia pulled out 300 dollars and handed it to the driver. ” Is 300 dollars enough?”
The driver nodded and drove away.
No one would go against money.
However, Olivia did not notice a black Maybach pulling up in front of the hospital as soon as she got into the car.
“Shall we follow them, sir?”
John’s deep eyes stared at the direction that the taxi was headed. A chill instantly exuded from his body, making Wes shudder.
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