Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 616

Chapter 616

‘Another one?’

Olivia turned to look at Zac in surprise and asked, “You mean Xavier Hemsworth?”

“Xavier Hemsworth?” Zac looked at the photo. “That’s his name?”

“Yeah, we know each other from abroad.” Olivia then continued. “He saved my life before.”

“When?”

“Back when Jenson abducted me, he was with me. He blocked the knife Jenson wanted to kill me with. He got admitted to the ICU later”

Zac squinted. “There were many doubts about Jenson’s release. I still haven’t got a hold on who told the police to release him.”

“It was John.”

“John? Who told you that?”

“Jenson.”

Zac’s expression changed. He held her shoulders with mixed emotions. “Liv, Jenson’s words are not reliable. You shouldn’t believe him.”

“But… if not him, then who? Jenson didn’t say his name. He only said that it was a man from Ocean City that hated me. I can only think of John.”

“Liv…”

Zac had no idea what to say.

He did not like John either, especially since they had become rivals in love. It was nearly impossible for them to speak to each other normally now.

However, he still chose to believe him.

John was a scumbag indeed, but Zac knew how he had behaved over the past four years

However, Zac was aware that Olivia assumed everything bad that happened was related to John, so he had no idea how to explain things.

“Why was Xavier looking for you yesterday?”

“He”

Olivia bit her lips and looked at Zac in panic, not knowing how to explain.

When she called Zac over yesterday, she only mentioned that John was drunk and harassing her. She did not mention Xavier.

Besides, she could not tell him that Xavier was here to question her….

After the two left, a figure appeared from the fire escape, and a trace of disgust flashed through her eyes when looking at them.

Knowing that there was no one else around, she made a call.

“Dolly, I saw Zac’s fiance.”

“What? Where? Who?”

“You might not believe it as it’s such a coincidence…”

Dorothy, who was on the other end of the line, was anxious and urged her. “Who is it? Hurry up, and tell me!”

“It’s that woman I met in front of Zyla Jones’s grave.”

Dorothy was stunned. “Whose grave?”

“That b*tch, Zyla Jones.”

“Zyla?”

What happened on the day of the birthday party flashed through Dorothy’s mind. Her pupils dilated suddenly, and her body trembled so badly that her phone fell to the ground.