Chapter 522
Fred broke into a cold sweat. He knew he might not be able to brush John off.
However, he would never spill the beans.
If he did, it meant he would be admitting Phoebe was Olivia.
Then, all the hard work they had done before would be pointless.
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I haven’t been to Ocean City.”
Then, he rolled up the window.
However, he did not expect John to stick his hand in and press the switch before he could close it completely.
“Mistook you for someone else?” John looked at Olivia in the back seat and sneered. “What a coincidence. Your sister and my wife look exactly the same.”
Fred gulped nervously and scolded, “Why are you so stubborn? Are you trying to scam us?
“If you don’t let go, I’ll call the police.”
John fixed his gaze on Fred, making him feel scared. His leg, which was on the brake, trembled uncontrollably.
Just then, Olivia, who was in the back seat, made a fuss.
“I’m not drunk, and I want more! Pour the wine, quick!”
After shouting, she leaned forward and vomited.
Fred quickly said, “Sir, we really do not know you. My sister is vomiting uncomfortably. I don’t have time to waste here talking to you.”
John looked at the frowning woman in the back seat and took out his arm.
Fred immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove off.
That had scared the hell out of him.
He was afraid he would forcefully take Olivia away.
Four years. They had been hiding for four years, yet John found them.
It seemed that this city was not a good place to stay. They had to do something about it.
If John found out about Lyla, their problems would get bigger.
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