Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

At the hotel.

Ben, clean and dripping in water, came in and plopped down on his knees. “Ms. Larson, let me live!”

It seemed he had recognized her.

Olivia pulled a blanket from the side and threw it at Ben. She said through clenched teeth, “Look up.”

Ben obediently looked up at them, trembling. “Ms. Larson, Mr. Quinton, let me live.”

“It seems you recognize us. Who told you to hit Mr. Quinton?”

Ben bit his lip and hesitated as if frightened.

“Are you not going to tell me?”

Olivia put her hands around her chest, pretending to be calm. “You should know Mr. Quinton is a lawyer. We have the surveillance video of you hitting him. How many years do you think you’ll get for a hit-and-run?

“A minimum of three years for hit-and-run, and a minimum of ten years for intentional homicide. You might get the death penalty too!”

Zac answered, scaring Ben out of his wits with a few words.

She could see that Ben was afraid to die, or he would not be reduced to a beggar and live in degradation.

Not long after, Ben kneeled on the ground. “Dorothy told me to do it. I have nothing to do with it. Please let me go!”

‘I knew it was Dorothy!’

“Did Dorothy give you money to hit Mr. Quinton with the car?”

“Yes.”

“Tell us everything you know, and your mother can peacefully live out her old age in Green Mountain Nursing Home, or…”

“I’ll tell you!”

“Dorothy made me this way!” Ben looked at the two in horror. “She wants to kill me!”

“Kill him?”

Olivia curled her lip. “It’s not unusual for Dorothy to kill someone.”

“Ben, you do know the Quinton family is the second largest family in Ocean City,

right? If you want to live, tell me everything and come with me to the police to testify.”

Terrified, Ben nodded.

He knew Zac was worse than Dorothy.

“I hit Mr. Quinton that night, and I faked Dorothy’s car accident. I have proof of our conversation!

“And I know who killed Uncle Wallace!”

Olivia’s expression changed as her nails dug into her flesh. She asked, “Who killed Uncle Wallace?”

Zac hugged and consoled her softly, “Liv, Dorothy has Uncle Wallace’s body. You can’t be impulsive.

Uncle Wallace’s body…”

Olivia snapped back to her senses and dropped the ashtray, causing Ben to scream.

“Zac. Uncle Wallace died in vain. I want Dorothy in jail. I want Cole dead!”

“Okay.”

After calming down, Olivia wiped her tears and glanced coldly at Ben.

“What else do you know?”

Maybe Ben had never seen Olivia like this before. He shook his head hurriedly. “No more. That’s all I know.”

“Okay, come back with us to Ocean City and be a witness. I’ll spare your life.”

“Thank you, Ms. Larson. Thank you, Ms. Larson.”

To ensure there were no accidents, Zac let Wilbur lead the way while he sat in the back with Olivia and watched Ben just in case he pulled any tricks.

The car ride was quiet all the way.

Just before entering Ocean City, a large truck suddenly rushed toward the car.

The driver tried to avoid it, but the truck drifted and hit the front…