Chapter 115

“Put her on the phone!”

Zac hesitated for a moment before he stood up and walked out. “You don’t need to

know about that.”

“Mr. Quinton, is that Johnny?”

Zac paused in his tracks and covered his phone. “No. It’s a work call.”

Olivia pursed her lips and forced a smile. “Mr. Quinton, we can’t hide from trouble if it wants to find us. Give me the phone. Let me tell him.”

The two of them had a silent battle for a while before Zac passed his phone to her.

Olivia cleared her throat, lifted her head to make her tears flow back, and said, “John Freeman, I hate you! I don’t wanna see you!”

Before today, if you were to ask her, she would be sure that she was still very in love

with John.

However, after being thrown into the little black hut, she was unsure of that.

once her bringer of light had thrown her into the darkness himself, snuffing

like she was… truly tired

firm, but it was also cold. At the other end of the phone call, John’s heart shuddered, and

did you say,

Freeman, I hate you! I

repeated her words, her tone colder than the last

said it much faster

Olivia Larson!

down Olivia’s cheeks. She smirked.

John could speak another word, she hung

her. He frowned, sat down, and patted Olivia on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll make arrangements

accommodation.”

Mr. Quinton, Johnny will be able to find me for sure. It’s just a matter of time. I don’t want to get you involved in this.

“What about you…”

from the bed, raised the medicine bottle towards Zac,

he saw how resilient and firm she was, he stopped in

frail, but she was stubborn and strong

she merely wanted to find a place to be alone, so she could

wanted to keep her company, but he knew

Olivia had no idea where she

she was stunned when the driver asked her where she wanted

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