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

Chapter 268

“Speak!”

John reached out to lift Jorge up, staring at him with scorching eyes. “Who ordered you to hurt my wife?”

Jorge’s face had already been punched into a bloody mess, and he did not look like a young master at all. He pleaded, “Mr. Freeman, don’t kill me.”

John sneered. He let go of him and stepped on his abdomen with a little force. Jorge immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Jorge, you should be happy that my wife is not the one who’s about to die. If not, you would be dead already.”

“Mr. Freeman, someone told me that… you and your wife are not on good terms, so even if I killed her, you would not be mad at the Winston family. If I had known. otherwise…” Jorge spat out another mouthful of blood. “I wouldn’t have dared to…”

It was true that he hated John and wanted to get revenge on him.

However, he also knew that if he actually killed someone that John cared about,

none of the members of the Winston family would survive John’s wrath.

That was why he chose Olivia, the wife who had been abandoned.

“Who told you that?”

I can’t

him coldly and said, “Aren’t

words, Jorge’s heart sank, and his body began

quickly grabbed John’s hand, exposing everything he knew. “I don’t know who they ate. They called me to tell me. All I know

to Olivia Larson was just in name now and that you’ve fallen for another woman, so you didn’t

intent flashed across John’s eyes,

was afraid that John would break his neck right now, so he could not care less about revealing

Olivia because she betrayed you two

even sent her to jail. If she dies, you’ll be

that

‘Happy?’

turn it. Then, he heard a ‘crack’, and

pain, but after he locked eyes with John, he immediately bit his lips and endured the

dares to touch her again…” John snorted and opened the door to leave without needing to finish

in, Jorge was shrinking at the corner, begging

go, won’t you? I

wiped the bloodstains off the floor without no expression on his face. “Sorry,

comforted himself in his heart. ‘At least it’s better to be with

In the ward.

against the wall the second he entered through the door. He was about to faint as he was so weak. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips. were as pale