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

Chapter 84
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Chapter 84

A plaything?

That could be lent out?

Did John not say before that she would only ever belong to him? Did he not say that she belonged to

him. forever and ever?

Why was she now a plaything to him?

After some time, Olivia heard footsteps approaching. The sound made her heartbeat quicken.

Johnny was coming. What would he do now?

Olivia did not know when she began fearing alone time with John. She was always afraid that he would.

hit her again.

Abruptly, her hair was forcefully yanked from behind, dragging her off the bed.

John’s lips were close to her chilly ears as he spat through gritted teeth. “Olivia Larson, how could you be

such a b*tch?”

“Johnny, I didn’t… I really didn’t…”

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Olivia knew her attempt to explain was futile, but besides explaining, what else could she do?

“You didn’t?”

John tugged her hair, making her head turn to face him while his other hand clicked his phone open to

play a video recording. He shoved his phone before Olivia’s eyes and barked, “Watch carefully!”

The video featured someone with an amputated arm. The video was gory, bloody, and horrifying, with

blood and flesh everywhere. Olivia screamed and squeezed her eyes shut.

However, John was not having it. He pried her eyes open. “Watch it!”

The phone was shoved closer to her. The man in the video recording stared blankly at her like a zombie,

making goosebumps break out all over her skin.

Olivia soon recognized him as the man that invited her to the hotel the other day. Which meant that he

was the man Dorothy had arranged for her to cheat on John with two years ago!

The man was covered in blood, but he was oddly ecstatic.

“Liv has really smooth skin…”

He said a lot of things that were all vulgar and foul. Olivia’s heart sank.

Dorothy was very cruel. How did she manage to make this man do something like this for her?

John saw that Olivia had no reaction to the video, so he kept his phone away, threw Olivia back onto the

bed, and laid on top of her.

“This is the evidence you wanted, Olivia. How dare you still try to deny it?”

“No… It’s not like that.”

Olivia looked at John in despair and shook her head. “He’s lying, Johnny. I don’t know him. I don’t know

him at all…”

“You don’t know him? He even knew that there’s a mole on your back, and you dare tell me that you

don’t

know him?”

“It’s Dorothy Ellis! Dorothy told him…”

“Are you going to frame Dorothy again?”

John gripped Olivia’s chin tightly as his eyes turned blood–red. Then, he kissed her ruthlessly.

It was a kiss of violence. It was not sweet at all.

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Olivia wanted to fight back, but her chin was being firmly grasped by John, and she could not move.

Was that… The taste of alcohol?

She suddenly got a whiff of alcohol in her mouth. She swiftly pushed him away. “Johnny, you’re drunk!”

“Why would I even touch you if I wasn’t drunk?”

Olivia’s heart jerked painfully. Her tears started to flow endlessly with no stop to them.

Her Johnny had gone mad. He had become another man, a scary one. What was she going to do?

Dorothy had sealed off all of her possible escape routes, and now, as she stood at the side of the cliff,

she could only jump. She had no other choice.

Suddenly, Olivia murmured, “Lend me seventy million, Johnny.”

Johnny’s onyx eyes gazed coldly at Olivia’s face. He snickered. “Seventy million? Who do you think you

are, Olivia? Even if you were gonna sell yourself, you’re not worth that much.”

Olivia’s heart was aching, but for the sake of the Larson’s Residence, she simply could not back down.

“Johnny, lend me seventy million, and I won’t care about you and Dorothy anymore. I’ll do whatever your

want me to do. I’ll be good.”

John got off of Olivia and gave her a scornful side–eye. “Olivia, you are in no place to negotiate anything.

with me. You want the Larson’s Residence? Dream on.”