Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman's Indifferent Sinner Wife

Chapter 738

Fabian pushed the door open and walked in with a fruit basket.

"Mr. Zac, I came to congratulate you on your new job. I was planning to be here early in the morning, but Mr. Quinton asked me to go upstairs for a meeting, so we got delayed. I hope you don't mind.”

Olivia got up to take the fruit basket and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Fabian." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Don't mention it, Mrs. Quinton. You can just call me Fabian."

Olivia shook her head. "My husband will be jealous if we call each other so intimately when we don't know each other that well."

With that said, she put the fruit basket on the coffee table and walked back behind Zac.

With a gleam of disgust in his eyes, Fabian said with a smile, "Mr. Zac, how was your first day at work? Let me know if you have any problems or need anything."

"I can't possibly do that. Quinton Group, people only called you Mr. Fabian because you're humble. They should call you Mr. Quinton Junior. After all, you're the general manager."

With that said, Fabian looked at Zac quietly for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Mr. Zac, what are you saying? You're Mr. Quinton Junior. How can it be me?"

Olivia sneered. He was such a fake. Who knew what names he was calling in his head?

"Mr. Fabian, have you eaten? I made Zac some calamari soup. Would you like to try some?"

Opening the food container, she said, "Zac is always hungry. I'm afraid he might starve, so I brought him food. Have you eaten, Mr. Fabian?"

Fabian hated Zac, but he was all right with Olivia.

Therefore, he did not hate the "fake" in front of him.

Seeing Zac crippled and being treated so well by such a good woman, he found it a little unfair.

"Okay, let me try some. My mother used to make soup for me too, but she's been hospitalized recently, so she cant make soup. I will bring you some to try someday.”

“Alright.”

Olivia took a plastic bowl, filled it with soup, and handed it to Fabian. "Mr. Fabian."

Then she took a porcelain bowl and poured soup for Zac.

"Hmm. Darling, you seem to be getting better at making soup."

Olivia was delighted. Really? I bought the best calamari. I could smell the fragrance when I was cooking.”

"You haven't eaten, have you?"

"I already ate.”

Zac downed the soup and pinched her face. "You're lying. You didn't eat. Why don't you eat with me? You brought a lot anyway.”

Olivia curled her lip. "Alright, but don't blame me for eating yours if it's not enough.”

"Don't worry. There's plenty."

Fabian stood at the side as though he were an outsider. He felt rather upset.

"Mrs. Quinton, your soup seems to taste better than my mother's.”

"Thanks. Do you want more?"

Fabian wanted more, but he did not want to be around to watch their public show of affection, so he smiled lamely. "No thanks.

Mr. Quinton's meeting me for lunch. It's almost time. I should go downstairs."He was showing off again.

He was always provoking Zac that he was Jimmy's favorite son.

However, it did not bother Zac. He nodded. "Okay, talk to you later."

As soon as Fabian left, Olivia opened the fruit basket and took everything outside. "There are some fruits here. It's Mr. Fabian's treat. Help yourselves.

With that said, she looked at Elaine. "Elaine, don't let Mr. Fabian down. Eat more.”

Elaine exasperatedly stomped her foot as if she was going to eat her up.