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

Chapter 474
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Chapter 474

Olivia was suffocated by the kiss and collapsed into John’s arms.

Suddenly, his slightly hoarse voice rang in her ear. “Liv. Liv…”

The voice was like a spell, snapping Olivia out of her daze.

‘What the hell is going on here?’

She lifted her hand and pushed John away. “Mr. Freeman, I’m Phoebe James, not Olivia Larson!

You’ve kissed the wrong person!”

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John was startled for a moment and cupped her face as he muttered, “I did not.”

Then, he kissed her again.

Fortunately, Olivia turned her head and dodged.

“I’m Phoebe James! Look carefully. Olivia Larson is dead!”

‘Dead?’

John froze and looked at Olivia in a daze.

Olivia took advantage of it and pushed John away. Then, she sprinted to her room and locked the door

from inside.

She leaned against the door and gradually dropped to the ground.

The memory of what just happened confused her.

She touched her lips. Her heart quivered, and she seemed to have recalled something, making her tear

up.

Four years? Those years were like a dream.

Suddenly, the scene of Zyla dying in her arms and blood staining her hands flashed through her mind.

Zyla did not answer her, no matter how she shouted and cried.

Hatred. It was the only emotion she felt right now.

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Olivia clenched her fists, stood up, and opened the door.

When Olivia opened the door, she saw John lying on her sofa.

Maybe the sound of the door opening startled him. He suddenly turned and fell off the sofa.

Olivia was startled, but John did not seem to be awake.

It seemed he had passed out because he was drunk.

Olivia took the fruit knife from the counter and walked to him step by step.

She crouched, lifted the knife, and aimed to stab the man in the chest.

“Oh, you rolled off the sofa in the middle of the night. Perhaps God wants to punish you for

what you’ve done.”