Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 544

Chapter 544

After hanging up, Olivia helplessly looked up into the gray sky, tears silently rolling down her face.

She wiped it away and tried to hold back her tears.

However, she could not stop crying, no matter how hard she tried.

A thunder burst in the sky, and rain poured down, mercilessly hitting her body.

Finally, she could not bear it any longer and burst into tears while covering her face.

“Why me?”

She kept asking herself what she had done wrong.

‘Why is it always me?

‘Didn’t I suffer enough four years ago? Why does God want to punish her like this?”

She was driven to the brink. Enemies were at the front, while the abyss was behind her.

What else could she do?

It had been four years. She thought she hid deep enough, abandoned enough, and was low-key enough.

However, fate seemed to be playing with her. The career they had worked so hard to build was destroyed with one blow.

It had been four years. Why was she still so weak?

She beat herself up a lot.

If she had been slightly more ruthless, indifferent, and stronger, would she have been able to get

back at them?

However, what was the use of beating herself up now?

The point was what she should do next…

She did not want three years of her and Jennie’s blood, sweat, and tears to go down the drain, and

money was not the point.

The point was how to prove their innocence and win the case.

Suddenly, an umbrella appeared overhead.

Olivia looked up to find a stranger.

The man was dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. He looked serious.

“He’s not back yet. He doesn’t know what has happened here. Ms. James, let me know if you need any help, and I will tell Sir later.”

Olivia paused slightly before shaking her head. “No thanks. I can settle this myself.”

With that said, she pointed to a black button. “It goes up if I press this, right?”

“Yes, choose any clothes you want. Sir chose them for you.”

Olivia looked down. There were lots of clothes-mostly casual outfits.

Mr. M seemed to know her well.

After thinking for a long time, she could not help asking, “Who on earth is it? Or could you tell me

how old he is?”

The man shook his head. “Ms. James, I haven’t met Sir either. So I can’t tell you, but I hear he’s of noble descent. He should be quite old.”

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a good thing. She would be a little afraid if he were young.

“Take me to the atelier, please.”

“Okay.”