The Billionaire’s Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 62 Prelude To Trash

Lawrence parked his car by the roadside and stared into the villa district in front of him.

The Lockwood family lived in this villa district.

This is where Philip Lockwood and his family stayed most of the time.

Olivia drove her car out of the villa. As her beautiful Lamborghini whizzed past Lawrence, who happened to roll down his windows, the exhaust gas from her car got into his face.

Before Lawrence could even scold or reason with the driver, the Lamborghini had already sped ahead, leaving Lawrence fuming mad. He was about to drive away when he saw the Lamborghini reversing back. The car windows slid down, revealing Olivia’s attractive face.

Lawrence said furiously, “I was wondering which impudent person it was and it turned out to be you. Are you here to apologize?”

“Apologize?” Olivia raised her eyebrows and sneered. “I should be questioning you instead. Why are you parked outside my house? What ulterior motives do you have? Did that little celebrity send you here?”

Lawrence was abashed and quickly denied it. “Miss, you’re really not ladylike at all. Let me ask you, where’s the woman from yesterday who was even fiercer than you? Where is Isabella?”

“Well. I don’t think you’re much of a gentleman, either. Listen, purple eyes, get out of here right now. This instant. Otherwise, I’ll call security and have you arrested. You look like up you are up to no good, sneaking around like this.”

“You!” Lawrence was a prideful person after all. He was indignant to be ridiculed like this.

Olivia was not someone to be trifled with, either. She snorted. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Lawrence’s face was livid with rage, but he did not want to further embarrass himself and eventually left.

Olivia followed behind him just to make sure.

Lawrence drove away with a dark face, but he was deep in thought.

The woman who knew his identity was from the Lockwood family. Hence, it was not surprising that Olivial knew him.

Hence, because he knew the Lockwood family stayed there, he complied and drove away.

Lockwood family’s territory. His identity would

a little apprehensive

all the people to offend, she had to have bad blood with the Lockwood family. This was

of the Lockwood family to Samantha. Samantha stared at the address of the villa.

affluent and wealthy family? Samantha’s resentment intensified. She quickly picked up her phone and called Mrs. Thompson. “Hello, Mom, I know where Isabella Thompson lives. She’s leading

right now. Bring the reporters along. Rich people are terrified of having their scandals exposed. When you are there, make sure to make a big fuss. The louder you cry, the better. It’s best,

a

were urgency and impatience in

don’t let the media see how miserable you are, how can

will go to their

her lips curled up mischievously. There was

from this

had gone to Loraine’s house. Isabella brought a few bottles of pills to

home Thus, when Mrs. Thompson brought the group of reporters to

into the villa area but were stopped by the security guards. Mrs. Thompson pushed Mr. Thompson to the front. However,

cameras at them and started clicking away.

scene in the villa district. This was an exclusive district for the affluent, how could anyone just come here? And there

them started to

team rushed over

was the use of the security team rushing

with a bandage on his head. No one would dare lay their hands

reporters around, what

Thompson, who was kneeling on the ground, appeared wretched. She kowtowed and said, “Dear security guards, please don’t chase us away. We’re only here to see one person. As long as we see that

security captain furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, “There can’t be anyone

please take a look. This is my daughter. My daughter married into a wealthy family from this villa district. After she became rich, she abandoned her parents. Her father is seriously injured now, and I, a

this woman said was true and her daughter had married into a family from

any of the residents in the

villa area. The window rolled down, revealing the face of a stern and solemn middle-aged man. This middle-aged man asked impatiently, “Who’s your daughter?

on television. The reporters recognized him and

about being photographed. He just looked at