Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 522

Chapter 522 Fred broke into a cold sweat. He knew he might not be able to brush John off.

However, he would never spill the beans.

If he did, it meant he would be admitting Phoebe was Olivia.

Then, all the hard work they had done before would be pointless.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I haven’t been to Ocean City.”

Then, he rolled up the window.

However, he did not expect John to stick his hand in and press the switch before he could close it completely.

“Mistook you for someone else?” John looked at Olivia in the back seat and sneered. “What a coincidence. Your sister and my wife look exactly the same.”

Fred gulped nervously and scolded, “Why are you so stubborn? Are you trying to scam us?

“If you don’t let go, I’ll call the police.”

John fixed his gaze on Fred, making him feel scared. His leg, which was on the brake, trembled uncontrollably.

Just then, Olivia, who was in the back seat, made a fuss.

“I’m not drunk, and I want more! Pour the wine, quick!”

After shouting, she leaned forward and vomited.

Fred quickly said, “Sir, we really do not know you. My sister is vomiting uncomfortably. I don’t have time to waste here talking to you.”

John looked at the frowning woman in the back seat and took out his arm.

Fred immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove off.

That had scared the hell out of him.

He was afraid he would forcefully take Olivia away.

Four years. They had been hiding for four years, yet John found them.

It seemed that this city was not a good place to stay. They had to do something about it.

If John found out about Lyla, their problems would get bigger.

When he was sure John was not following, Fred drove into the residential area he lived in.

As soon as Olivia got home, she threw up in the bathroom.

She vomited as she swore.

“Son of a b*tch!

“John, you son of a b*tch! Why are you haunting me? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

Then, she began to cry again.

“Zy, I’m sorry that I haven’t avenged you. Zy...”

The noise was so loud that Lyla woke up from her sleep.

“Uncle, what’s wrong with Mommy?”

Fred stopped Lyla from coming near and comforted her. “Lyla, go to bed. Your Mommy is just drunk.”

“Mommy seems upset.”

“It’s alright. Your mommy can sleep it off. Go to bed, Lyla.”

Lyla glanced at Olivia and nodded obediently. “Alright, then.”

Finally, Olivia stopped vomiting. Fred put her in the bathtub and rinsed her with water. After all that, he dialed Jennie’s number and asked her to come over to help Olivia change. Meanwhile, he went to get some non-alcoholic drinks.

They spent quite some energy carrying the drunk Olivia to bed.

Jennie sighed. “What happened? Why did she drink like this?”

Olivia was not usually a heavy drinker. In fact, she rarely drank, much less got drunk.

Fred did not explain in detail. He only said briefly, “It’s hard to avoid sad memories. Thank you for coming over tonight.”

Before leaving, Jennie suddenly asked, “Who is Zy?”

Fred was startled and did not know how to answer her.

“She just kept crying and muttering ‘Zy’, and she seemed so sad as she apologized.”

“Zy...” Fred sighed and said, “An old friend of Phoebe’.”

Jennie pursed her lips and asked something else when she was at the door, “By the way, today, a man came to the studio looking for Pheebs. Is that man Pheebs’s ex-husband?”

“A man? What did he look like?”