Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1234

Olivia couldn't see anything because of the jacket covering her face. Olivia could clearly feel Wayne leaning over above her.

"I'd stop yapping if I were you. You won't be able to appeal to my better nature if I don't have that."

Olivia was speechless. She endured it. It was all for the ring.

Sooner or later, she would end his life with her own two hands.

After some time and several turns, the car finally stopped. It was just as Olivia was about to vomit.

She was picked up again before she could catch her breath.

Soon, she was thrown onto a cold, hard floor so roughly that she thought her bones would break.

In a fit of rage, Olivia pulled off the jacket on her head and threw it away. She didn't do it earlier because she was afraid she would see something she wasn't meant to see and get killed.

She stood up and pointed at Wayne. "What kind of depraved jerk are you? You're a crook, an outlaw, a criminal!"

Wayne sat down on the couch and crossed his legs. He was topless, and his well-built figure was completely exposed under the light.

He had well-developed chest muscles, well-defined abs, and an Adonis belt that ran all the way down to his lower abdomen.

His arms were still bandaged, but it didn't take away from his extremely masculine appearance.

Someone came in through the door. He shot Olivia a glance and then threw her bag on the floor.

"Sir, we've checked her bag. There are only regular items and medicine. There's nothing suspicious in it."

Wayne's gaze fell on Olivia again. "Strip, woman."

Olivia almost thought she heard wrongly. "What did you say?"

"I said, strip!"