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

Chapter 663

Ken quickly went up to stop the paparazzo. "Please leave. This is a wedding. It's not a place where you can do whatever you want."

"Mr. Lucas, you should know all the details, right? Why don't you tell us some?"

Ken was about to open his mouth when Olivia yanked him back.

Facing the paparazzi, Olivia took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Firstly, my husband is not crippled, and he is not deaf. I don't know where you got your news, but I can tell you right now that what you know is wrong.

"Also, we suspect that the accident my husband was in was orchestrated, and we’ve already gone to the police."

As she spoke, Olivia glanced at Jimmy and Dorothy before focusing her gaze back on the paparazzi.

"Secondly, I understand that you're all curious about Zac’s and my story. Truth be told, it was precisely because I

looked like Olivia Larson that I was given a chance to get to know Zac.

"Frankly, I should be thanking Ms. Olivia Larson. If it was not for her, I probably would have never met the man that loves me so much now.

"As for the substitute you mentioned...’’

mind. All I know is that he loves me. And that is enough

Olivia's face. Her eyes were blazing like fire. "As for those who slandered me for adultery, when the wedding is over, my husband will send all of you a letter of demand on

thought that Olivia would step up to say all this for him. He also never thought that she, who was frail and weak, could be

was her against the

held Olivia's hand tightly and swerved his wheelchair to face the front. Then, he

all of you have

then turned to look coldly at the rest of the people. "However, if anyone creates trouble while they’re here, please forgive me for giving you hell for that. If you want to give this wedding press coverage, you may stay, but if you're

said easily broke the flow of the traveling

first-hand information, and because of that, they could only head

was still throwing questions. "Mr. Quinton, will you still be able to

lifted his eyes to glance at him, then snickered coldly. ” What, are you testing

answer the

I need to tell you if I still want to be a

press house they represent, and send a letter of

whimpered fearfully. 'There’s no need to get so serious, Mr. Quinton...

Throw him out!"

"Yes, sir!"

opened the door, and