Chapter 174 âHow did things go, Mr. Quinton?â
âThe police may have some so-called evidence of Olivia cheating on John and seemed to think the murderer is her.â
âWhat? How is that possible? Isnât Dorothy the one who did it?â
Zac frowned. âIâm afraid someone has made fake evidence. So, if someone insists Olivia did this, it would be troublesome to settle this issue.â
Only the evidence provided by the witness would convince the police. Since Dorothy was good at accusing Olivia, she could easily make the police believe what she wanted them to think.
As soon as she reached the door, they saw a tall, slender man standing on the steps.
When he saw them, he extinguished the cigarette he was smoking. Then, he dragged Olivia to his side, glaring at Zac coldly.
âZac, you donât have to worry about this matter. Iâll get a lawyer for Olivia.â
âThe best lawyer in Ocean City is me, and youâre replacing me with another lawyer?â
âYes, Iâm going to replace you! Zac, thereâll always be better lawyers than you.
Zac did not back down. âJohn, Iâll not let you and Dorothy get what you want.â
The lawyer John employed would be bribed by Dorothy, and Olivia might need to go. to prison.
He could not let that happen.
John ignored Zac and dragged Olivia into his car.
Olivia wanted to shake him off. âJohn, it hurts. Let go of my hand!â
âSo, you do know it hurts? Canât you stay at home quietly? Why do you have to cause trouble all day?â
With that, John pushed her directly into the back seat of the Maybach and got into the car himself.
âJohnny, Iâm a human. Of course, I can get hurt.â
Olivia was already heartbroken. She knew John would not trust her.
John glanced at her and frowned slightly. âOlivia, why did you kill someone?â
Last night, he was shaken by his thoughts when she was drunk.
However, this woman had embarrassed him again and again today, making him decide not to pamper her.
To him, she was a hypocrite and a mean woman deep inside.
Olivia was not surprised to hear John questioning her. However, she could still feel her heart tearing apart in sorrow.
âSure enough, if anything happens, you suspect me.â
Olivia sneered. âJohnny, have you forgotten? You rescued me from the fire when I fainted there. Wouldnât you know if there were anyone else in the room?â
John was startled, yet he still looked into Oliviaâs eyes coldly. âHow do you know it is me?â
âI donât want to believe you, but I have to believe what Mr. Quinton told me.â Olivia looked into his eyes. âYou admitted it when you got drunk that night.â John frowned slightly. âItâs normal that I canât see anything in a big fire like that.â âDid you find Uncle Wallaceâs body after the fire went out?â
John knew no bodies were found because he had investigated that place.
Looking at John remaining silent, Olivia sneered. âAre you afraid, Mr. Freeman? Youâre the witness of my alibi. If Iâve killed someone, the police will suspect you are my accomplice. Otherwise, how are you going to explain about the body?â
Suddenly, John pinned Olivia in his embrace. âOlivia, it doesnât mean you didnât kill Uncle Wallace just because I saw nobody when I went in to rescue you.â
Olivia was startled. Then, she chuckled wryly.
âOf course, he will find all kinds of excuses if he refuses to trust me.
âThen, heâll hypnotize himself that Iâve done it even though it was impossible.
âJohn has always been like this.â
Olivia would never believe John had never doubted anything fishy.
However, even if he did, he would always believe Dorothy and suspect Olivia.
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