Chapter 892

Quinton Residence. Dorothy was currently lounging on the sofa, eating fruits while watching TV. She was having a good time. It was because she knew that the two b*stards would be dead by the end of the day. She rejoiced at the thought. 'Phoebe, you repeatedly went against me. I made you lose everything this time!' While she was thinking, a figure suddenly blocked her view of the TV. Upset, she said indignantly, "What idiot dares to block my view? Do you have a death wish?" However, she looked up into Olivia's scarlet eyes and instantly shuddered. "When... When did you get in, you b*tch?" Seeing her malicious look, Dorothy gulped and tried to get up to call someone, but Olivia pressed her down on the sofa. "What are you doing? Phoebe, you b*tch. Get off me! Do you want to die?" "Do you know the Jameson family will come after you if anything happens to me? And Zac. I'll make sure he gets kicked out of Quinton Group!" Olivia began choking her with a blank expression. Dorothy