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 not play well to

little apprehensive of the

all the people to offend, she had to have bad blood with the Lockwood

and immediately sent the location of the Lockwood family to Samantha. Samantha stared at the address of the villa. Only the elites of Dawton City got to

could marry into an 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 a very

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,

fine. Isn’t Dad’s injury in a

were urgency and

how miserable you are,

then. You will go

up the phone. The corners of her lips

save herself from

and Jeanne had gone to Loraine’s house. Isabella brought a few bottles

not at home Thus, when Mrs. Thompson brought the group of reporters to the villa to stir trouble, Isabella and

Mrs. Thompson pushed Mr. Thompson

quickly aimed their cameras at them and started clicking away. The light from the cameras

to see such a scene in the villa district. This was an exclusive district for the affluent, how could anyone just

them started to make phone

security team

of the

head. No one would dare lay their hands on

reporters around, what would

We’re only here to see one person. As long as we see that person,

each other. The security captain furrowed his brows and said in a deep

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 housewife, have no wish to live anymore. Please do me a favor and

was true and her daughter had married into a family from this villa district,

the villa area. The security captain had

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? Which

middle-aged man had a high status. Many people had seen his face on television. The reporters recognized him

man did not care about being photographed. He just looked at Mrs.