The Billionaire’s Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 62

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Chapter 62 Prelude To Trash

Lawrence parked his car by the roadside and stared into the villa district in front of him.

The Lockwood family lived in this villa district.

This is where Philip Lockwood and his family stayed most of the time.

Olivia drove her car out of the villa. As her beautiful Lamborghini whizzed past Lawrence, who happened

to roll down his windows, the exhaust gas from her car got into his face.

Before Lawrence could even scold or reason with the driver, the Lamborghini had already sped ahead,

leaving Lawrence fuming mad. He was about to drive away when he saw the Lamborghini reversing

back. The car windows slid down, revealing Olivia’s attractive face.

Lawrence said furiously, “I was wondering which impudent person it was and it turned out to be you. Are

you here to apologize?”

“Apologize?” Olivia raised her eyebrows and sneered. “I should be questioning you instead. Why are you

parked outside my house? What ulterior motives do you have? Did that little celebrity send you here?”

Lawrence was abashed and quickly denied it. “Miss, you’re really not ladylike at all. Let me ask you,

where’s the woman from yesterday who was even fiercer than you? Where is Isabella?”

“Well. I don’t think you’re much of a gentleman, either. Listen, purple eyes, get out of here right now. This

instant. Otherwise, I’ll call security and have you arrested. You look like up you are up to no good,

sneaking around like this.”

“You!” Lawrence was a prideful person after all. He was indignant to be ridiculed like this.

Olivia was not someone to be trifled with, either. She snorted. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Lawrence’s face was livid with rage, but he did not want to further embarrass himself and eventually left.

Olivia followed behind him just to make sure.

Lawrence drove away with a dark face, but he was deep in thought.

The woman who knew his identity was from the Lockwood family. Hence, it was not surprising that Olivial

knew him.

Hence, because he knew the Lockwood family stayed there, he complied and drove away.

This was Lucsia, the Lockwood family’s territory. His identity would not play well to his advantage here.

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He was also a little apprehensive of the Lockwood family.

Thinking of this, he could not help but sympathize with Samantha. Of all the people to offend, she had to

have bad blood with the Lockwood family. This was really….

Lawrence returned to his hotel and immediately sent the location of the Lockwood family to Samantha.

Samantha stared at the address of the villa. Only the elites of Dawton City got to stay there. Jealousy

inevitably crept up on Samantha again.

What right did Isabella have? She was raised by a commoner and yet had everything she wanted. Just

because she gave birth to an illegitimate child, she could marry into an affluent and wealthy family?

Samantha’s resentment intensified. She quickly picked up her phone and called Mrs. Thompson. “Hello,

Mom, I know where Isabella Thompson lives. She’s leading a very comfortable life now.”

“That’s it. You should go over there right now. Bring the reporters along. Rich people are terrified of

having their scandals exposed. When you are there, make sure to make a big fuss. The louder you cry,

the better. It’s best, best if you can bring Dad along.”

“It’s fine. Isn’t Dad’s injury in a cast? What’s there to be afraid of?”

There were urgency and impatience in Samantha’s tone.

“If you don’t let the media see how miserable you are, how can everyone know how vicious Isabella

Thompson is?”

“Alright, it’s settled then. You will go to their house now.”

Samantha hung up the phone. The corners of her lips curled up mischievously. There was no way

Isabella

could save herself from this mess now.

Isabella and Jeanne had gone to Loraine’s house. Isabella brought a few bottles of pills to send to

Loraine.

They were not at home Thus, when Mrs. Thompson brought the group of reporters to the villa to stir

trouble, Isabella and Jeanne were not there.

They tried to barge into the villa area but were stopped by the security guards. Mrs. Thompson pushed

Mr. Thompson to the front. However, seeing that they still could not enter, Mrs. Thompson simply

dropped and knelt on the ground.

The reporters behind them quickly aimed their cameras at them and started clicking away. The light from

the cameras flashed on Thompson’s’ faces.

Cars drove out of the villa district from time to time. All of them were piqued to see such a scene in the

villa district. This was an exclusive district for the affluent, how could anyone just come here? And there

were even reporters?

Some of them started to make phone calls to complain.

The security team rushed over immediately.

However, what was the use of the security team rushing over?

Mr. Thompson was in a wheelchair with a bandage on his head. No one would dare lay their hands on a

sick. person.

Moreover, with so many reporters around, what would happen if they hurt him?

Mrs. Thompson, who was kneeling on the ground, appeared wretched. She kowtowed and said, “Dear

security guards, please don’t chase us away. We’re only here to see one person. As long as we see that

person, we’ll leave. Please pity us. Please give us some time.”

The security guards looked at each other. The security captain furrowed his brows and said in a deep

voice, “There can’t be anyone you know here. Have you come to the wrong place?”

Mrs. Thompson shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, I am not wrong. Security guard, please take a look.

This is my daughter. My daughter married into a wealthy family from this villa district. After she became

rich, she abandoned her parents. Her father is seriously injured now, and I, a housewife, have no wish to

live anymore. Please do me a favor and let me see my daughter.”

The security captain hesitated when he heard this. If what this woman said was true and her daughter

had married into a family from this villa district, then he could not possibly chase her away.

He could not afford to offend any of the residents in the villa area. The security captain had to be tactful

about this.

At this moment, a luxury car drove out of the villa area. The window rolled down, revealing the face of a

stern and solemn middle-aged man. This middle-aged man asked impatiently, “Who’s your daughter?

Which family did she marry into?”

The middle-aged man had a high status. Many people had seen his face on television. The reporters

recognized him and immediately picked up their cameras to take photos. The cameras flashed away

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speedily.

The middle-aged man did not care about being photographed. He just looked at Mrs. Thompson and Mr.

Thompson with a grave expression.

He could not ignore such a matter. If any of the family’s newlywed daughter-in-law invited such scheming

relatives, then he ought to advise that family to reconsider the marriage to prevent future trouble.

Mrs. Thompson was overjoyed to hear that. She turned on her phone and found a photo. Although the

photo was taken five years ago, anyone could tell that the person was Isabella.

The security captain took the phone, glanced at it, and then passed it to the middle-aged man.

The two of them stared at the phone for a long while, frowning. The middle-aged man asked the security

captain, “Have you seen her before?”

The security chief shook his head. “No, never.”

The middle-aged man said, peeved, “Check properly. Tell that family to settle this matter. I don’t want to

see this happening a second time. If that family can’t handle their issue, then ask them to move out of

the villa

area.”

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The middle-aged man had a high reputation obviously, and he had a lot of authority. Because not

everyone dared to say such harsh words.

One of the security men leaned over. He took a look at the photo and suddenly said, “Captain, I think I’ve

seen

her before.”

The security captain immediately said, “You’ve seen her before? Where? Hurry up and say!”

The security guard stammered, “She seems to be from the Lockwood family.”

The security captain was stunned.

The middle-aged man in the car was shocked as well.

“Impossible!” he blurted out.

What kind of standing did the Lockwood have? The Lockwood family was of the utmost prestige within

the villa district.

At this moment, Philip, in his casual attire, was slowly driving his Mayback over.

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