Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 543

Chapter 543

The line soon got through.

"Ms. James?"

Hearing the familiar deep voice, Olivia got so nervous that she did not know what to say and hurriedly hung up again.

John called back after a while.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar name, Olivia hung up again, shaking.

She then leaned against the window and took several deep breaths before calming down enough

to reply with a text message.

Olivia: [Wrong number.]

Then she blocked John's number.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She was too impulsive.

What if she questioned him and let it slip, saying something he did not know?

What if he did not even know she was Olivia?

Or, what if... what if he did not do it? Would she expose herself by running over there?

'No, I can't expose myself.

'Lyla's still here. We haven't left. I can't..."

With that in mind, she quickly booked two tickets to Rushia.

She had to hurry and send Lyla away.

When she got there, Olivia sighed and calmed herself down. She smiled politely, walked over, and knocked on the door.

Soon, a man opened the door.

"How can I help you?

"Are you Mr. Smith?"

The man frowned. "Yes, and you are?"

Olivia handed him her business card. "I'm Phoebe James from The One. You customized a -proposal ring here two years ago. Do you remember?" Smith glanced at the business card, his face looking indignant. "So?"

"The atelier is having a bit of a problem. We'd like you to do us a favor by proving the date of the ring. It would be better if there's a photo." "Are you done?"

Olivia nodded.

The next second, Smith banged the door shut in her face.

It caught Olivia off guard.

'What's going on?'

She could only knock on the door again. "Mr. Smith, I know I'm bothering you, but we're really in serious trouble. If you could..."

Before she could finish, the door swung open, and a bucket of cold water was poured over her head.

"How dare you talk to me about the damn ring? The One? It's a curse! We're divorced because of your damn ring!"

Smith threw the bucket at Olivia, yelling, "Get the f*ck out! I never want to see you or your bloody atelier again!"

With that said, the door ruthlessly closed in her face again.

Olivia stood in the doorway in confusion. She stared blankly at the door for some time before coming to herself.

There was no hope. It was never-ending trouble.

She shook the water off her body and wiped the water off her face with a tissue.

She had just finished wiping her face when a car sped past her, causing the puddle of water on the entrance to splash all over her. There was even mud in her mouth. This time, she did not even have the patience to wipe. She simply threw caution to the wind and sat on the steps nearby.

She did not know what to do anymore.

Even if she wanted to use Ken's money, she had to inform him.

Besides, would she not admit to plagiarism if they did pay TR 30 million dollars?

Would The One not be destroyed? Her career as a designer would also be ruined! Just then, the phone rang.

Desperate, she looked over to see that it was Xavier. She hesitated to answer it.

However, she eventually answered it because of Jennie.

"Pheebs, is something wrong with the atelier? I saw that you were sued, right?"

"Well, yes. But it's alright. We'll sort it out ourselves."

"Pheebs, tell me if you need money. I have 30 million dollars."

Olivia sighed and smiled despairingly. "Xavier, I can't owe you anymore. I can't pay you back."

Perhaps she was what Jennie said she was just difficult.

However, she could not do it.

She would rather take a chance than lose a lifetime of freedom for 30 million dollars.