The Divorcee and Her Three Chaotic Children (Olivia Clarke and William)

Chapter 169

“I’m sorry, but aiding and abetting isn’t in my nature. You’ll have to find someone else,” Olivia said,

doing her best to remain cool-headed as she declined the offer outright.

“Don’t be so quick to say no. Perhaps what I’m planning might pique your interest?”

Olivia shot a glance at Lone Wolf but remained silent.

She knew that even if she didn’t ask, Lone Wolf would continue talking.

“You’re not aware, are you? William has traced your phone signal, and he’ll be here soon. Just

between us,” he whispered, “I’ve set a trap here that he won’t escape from. He’s as good as dead!”

Lone Wolf’s pale face crept closer, his scarlet eyes dancing with a gleam of triumph.

Olivia’s brow furrowed involuntarily.

“You still have a bee in your bonnet about killing William?”

“You bet! You know how it is with us killers,” he cackled. “We’re not ones to leave a job unfinished. Oh,

I can’t wait to see William beg for mercy!”

Laughing like a madman, Lone Wolf began to circle Olivia, dancing around like someone who had

already tasted victory.

Watching his crazed antics, a pang of worry struck Olivia.

“If this has been in the works for a while, why spill the beans now? Aren’t you afraid I’ll throw a wrench

in your plans?”

“Ah, it’s because my foolproof plan needs a touch of you,” Lone Wolf grinned. “Just be a good girl, stay

here and lure William into my trap, and I’ll set you free. How does that sound?”

“Oh? So, I’m the worm on your h ook for William?”

“You could say that. So, darling, you’ll need to be on your best behavior.”

As Lone Wolf spoke, he grabbed Olivia’s hand and pulled her out of the elevator, making his way to a

laboratory deep within the asylum.

Olivia didn’t resist right away but let him lead her on.

Before long, they stood before a room made of transparent gla**.

Lone Wolf pressed a panel, and the door swung open.

“Darling, here’s the room I’ve prepared for you. Step in, and make yourself comfortable, or I might have

to get my hands dirty… Ouch!” he jeered.

Lone Wolf was about to push Olivia into the room, but Olivia moved first. She drew a dagger hidden in

her sleeve and plunged it into his abdomen.

Lone Wolf grunted and instinctively pushed her away but froze, shaking uncontrollably.

“If I were you, I’d hold still,” she warned. “That dagger is laced with a nanochip. The moment it entered

you, the chip started flowing with your blood. One press of this switch, and you’ll feel like you’ve been

electrified.”

Olivia retreated a step and distanced herself from Lone Wolf.

With a lazy twist of his neck, Lone Wolf forced himself to endure the pain.

The place where he’d been stabbed had already been wounded. Now, as it bled profusely, it looked

particularly gruesome.

Lone Wolf looked at his bleeding wound. When he looked up at Olivia again, his face twisted into a

terrifying, cold expression.

“You’re becoming quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?” he growled.

He really underestimated this woman. When did she find the wound?

“I had no choice. William just confessed his love to me, and I’m not about to let him die. So, I guess it’s

curtains for you!”

Olivia casually waved her hand, triggering the remote in her grasp.

As expected, Lone Wolf fell to the ground in agony.

Watching him faint, Olivia’s worry didn’t wane.

It seemed too easy, even though he was injured.

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“Forget it, this isn’t a place to stay for long. I should leave first.”

Thinking of this, Olivia ran toward the elevator.

But as she turned to run, something caught her ankle, and she tumbled to the ground.

She glanced back, only to find Lone Wolf’s wicked smile as he advanced towards her.

Fear swept over like a tidal wave, engulfing everything in its path. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“You think such a petty trick can take my life? You truly overestimate me, darling!” Lone Wolf’s face

twisted in sudden fury, launching a golden thread from his hand that quickly and cleanly wrapped

around Olivia’s neck.

The golden thread pulled tautly, and Olivia soon felt a choking sensation closing in.

She reached out, desperately trying to claw the thread away, but it clung to her neck like a living thing,

growing tighter with every struggle.

“Since you’re so eager to be with William, I might as well send you to join him in death,” Lone Wolf

sneered, looking down at the fallen Olivia with a look of deranged glee.

Lying on the ground, Olivia ignored him. Though she appeared to be struggling, she was actually

marshaling her last strength. She drew the dagger she had used earlier and stabbed it into her fallen

cell phone.

The phone let out a puff of black smoke and was destroyed.

“Olivia!” Lone Wolf realized her intention with a sudden roar.

“Now that the signal’s gone, William won’t be tricked into coming here. Your a**a**ination mission has

failed. Cough, cough…”

Olivia laughed defiantly, her eyes filled with provocation, even as the golden thread bit into her flesh,

drawing blood at the corners of her mouth. Then her world went dark, and she collapsed unconscious.

William held sunflowers just bought from the florist, directing Marshall to follow Olivia’s location.

“Mr. Kinsman, aren’t roses more traditional for lovers?” Marshall cautiously asked.

He genuinely didn’t want William to stumble in the pursuit of his heart’s desire.

“She likes sunflowers.”

“Oh? Mr. Kinsman, you remember what Mrs. Kinsman likes?”

“Yes,” he recalled.

He remembered her waiting on the doorstep, pregnant, wanting to show him the sunflowers she had

planted.

But he had ignored her excitement and went straight upstairs with a cold face.

The next morning, he saw the garden, a golden sea of sunflowers.

It was very beautiful, it seemed that he could smell the sunshine on their bodies, which made people

feel inexplicably

warm.

Sadly, it took only a fleeting moment for him to order its destruction.

Not one sunflower was left.

That morning, the evidence that Olivia had killed his grandpa had conveniently reached him.

He had believed it. Just like that.

He had acted like a villain, undeserving of forgiveness.

He owed her a sea of flowers.

No, more than that.

“Marshall, tell Ivan to fill the backyard garden with sunflowers.”

“Alright!

“Mr. Kinsman, your thoughtfulness will surely melt Mrs. Kinsman’s heart!”

Marshall praised flatteringly.

Just as William was about to chide him for talking too much, an eerie alarm sounded from his phone.

“Beep beep, beep beep, bee…”

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The noise drew to a sudden halt.

And with it, Olivia’s signal on William’s phone vanished.

William’s hand tightened around the phone, his heart missing a beat.

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