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

Chapter 831
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Chapter 831

Olivia scoffed and pointed in the direction of the door. "You mean that woman?"

She reached for the tie on the ground, picked it up, and put it on the table. "You want me to be jealous, or do you

want me to be angry with you?”

Zac did not answer.

"I am angry," Olivia glanced at him. "However, it's because you let me down."

Zac's body quivered, and he flustered a little upon seeing her gaze on him. However, the feeling disappeared soon,

and he sneered. "I let you down? Anyway, there are rumors about our marriage and you cheating on me. Why

should you be disappointed in me?"

Olivia's anger flared up upon seeing his attitude.

"I came to accompany you and wait for you to get off work. Since you like the rumors so much, make them true

and accuse me of stopping you from getting a mistress!"

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“Do you even care?"

Olivia snorted. "I do care! I care about you sitting in the wheelchair, yet you’re messing around. Aren’t you just

destroying yourself?"

She wanted to leave, but before she did, what Elaine said struck her. After pondering, she felt it was better to tell

Zac about it.

"I didn’t want to tell you, but I can’t do that." Olivia paused." Dorothy plans to redistribute the shares, and she's

already persuading the other shareholders. It depends on you if you still want to be like this and not care about

anything."

After saying what she came to convey, she turned around to leave. However, something struck her again, and she

dashed toward him to grab the lunch box she brought.

"Just starve to death! You don't get to touch my food!"

It was not until she stormed into the elevator did she realize she had forgotten to ask the most important thing.

However, with the situation just now, asking would be pointless. Zac would never tell her the truth.

Olivia was pissed off for real this time. She had no idea why Zac would do that to himself.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was starting not to understand Zac either.

She knew he had been blaming himself for yelling at her that night, but she thought he would have forgotten it

since they had already talked it out.

Unexpectedly, he was making things worse now.

He was not in good health, and his legs were still crippled, yet he was doing that in his office. Of course, it would

piss her off.

The more Olivia thought about it, the angrier she became.

When she got out of the elevator, she accidentally bumped into someone and spilled some soup on them.

Olivia was about to apologize when a shrill voice shouted, " Phoebe, are you doing this on purpose, or are you

blind? You ruined my limited-edition dress!”

That voice made Olivia swallow her words of apology.

She looked at Dorothy coldly. "Limited edition? You like it a lot?"

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Dorothy was stunned by her question. "Nonsense. Of course,

I like it! This is..."

Before finishing, Olivia picked up the lunch box on the floor and poured the remaining soup and vegetable juice

onto Dorothy's dress.

"My soup is expensive and limited edition, and I love it too. It's a pity that it spilled on your limited-edition dress!"

"You! What's wrong with you today, Phoebe? Don’t you dare talk to me like that!"

Before this, the two were pretending to be harmonious, but the image they created shattered today.

"Why should I be afraid to talk to you like that? Who the hell are you? Do I have even to be humble when I talk to

you?"

After saying this, Olivia looked at Dorothy in disdain. "Those stupid things you do are really ridiculous! Don't think

that wearing branded stuff makes you a socialite. You're still a country girl, no matter what!"

"You!"

Dorothy looked ferocious, and she was about to slap Olivia." Phoebe, stop it! Your soup spilled on my dress, yet

you're insulting me instead of apologizing? Who do you think you are? Are you the country bumpkin or am I? Don’t

you know the answer to that?"