The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40 The Little Tyrant

“If you really go through with this divorce, you’ll walk away with nothing. You’d better think carefully.” With those parting words, he all but fled the mansion as if terrified of hearing a truth he couldn’t bear.

Silence settled in his wake. Quinn stood still, glancing around the room.

It was time to leave. Yet, she was struck by how little she actually owned here.

Over the next two days, Trent was consumed by two pressing matters. First, scraping together enough money to post bail for his mother and sister. Second, finding a lawyer-someone, anyone-who might be willing to take their case and help prove their innocence.

If Quinn refused to write a formal letter of apology, his mother and sister could end up facing charges. Even if the court issued a suspended sentence, the stain of a criminal record would remain.

That was something Trent couldn’t allow.

Unfortunately, none of the four major law firms in Jexburgh would touch the case. Their refusals left him increasingly desperate, so much so that he hadn’t slept properly in days.

At a dimly lit club, Trent sat at the bar, sipping his drink with irritation etched into every movement.

Sidonie, seated beside him, said, “Don’t drink so much. We’ll find another way to deal with Mrs. Grafton and Jacinda’s situation. I can ask my uncle if he knows any lawyers willing to step in.”

Trent looked at her with gratitude. “Sidonie, thank you. Even after the way Jacinda treated you, you’re still willing to help her.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not that petty,” Sidonie replied, her tone light, her expression serene. “Jacinda’s your sister. I’m not going to hold it against her.”

From the side, Yorick chimed in with a smug grin. “That’s exactly why I always say, Sidonie’s generosity puts her miles ahead of someone like Quinn. Quinn holds onto grudges like a lifeline. If she hadn’t made such a scene, Mrs. Grafton and Jacinda wouldn’t still be locked up.”

Trent’s expression darkened. “Enough. Let’s not talk about Quinn.”

Just then, Sidonie’s gaze flicked toward the entrance. Her eyes lit up. “My uncle just walked in, and look who’s with him,” she said, leaning closer to Trent. “Let’s go say hi. That man beside him has serious clout. If he’s willing to help, you won’t need to worry about finding a lawyer.”

Trent followed her gaze, his brows lifting in surprise. “That guy is…”

Sidonie explained, “His name’s Harlan Ingram. People call him the ‘little tyrant’ of Jexburgh. He just got back in the country a few days ago. He’s got influence, connections, you name it. Everyone in the legal world here respects him. If you can win him over, you can move mountains in this city.”

Trent’s eyes lit up with excitement at her words.

“Aren’t you short on funds for the company right now?” Sidonie said with a knowing smile. “If Harlan

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agrees to help, getting a bank loan would be as easy as him making a phone call.”

Trent’s eagerness surged. The possibility was too tempting to ignore.

From the sidelines, Yorick couldn’t help but voice his admiration. “He’s so young, yet already so powerful!”

“Born lucky,” Sidonic muttered, a hint of envy and bitterness threading her voice.

Harlan was the only heir of the Ingram family. His father served as a military commander in Jexburgh, while his mother was a distinguished academician. The Ingrams had deep roots in the military, with generations of decorated officers. On his mother’s side, the family boasted a long lineage of celebrated lawyers.

It was a union of two powerful bloodlines. With such a background, it was no surprise Harlan stood apart from the rest.

Sidonie, by contrast, was technically a daughter of the Stonehurst family, but her position was far from secure. The family’s wealth and influence rested in the hands of her eldest uncle. As part of the second branch, her immediate family lived in the shadow of the main household, surviving on whatever scraps remained.

She had fought tooth and nail to climb the social ladder. Earning her wings as a female pilot had finally earned her some recognition, and a seat at the Stonehurst table, however fragile it still felt.

But it still wasn’t enough. Being a female pilot had earned Sidonie fame, yes, but not real power, not lasting wealth.

That was why she had to hold on to Trent.

Grafton Technologies was already a rising star in the tech world. From a modest startup to a publicly listed company in just three years, it was nothing short of legendary.

Its future was limitless. If its momentum continued, it was entirely possible that Grafton Technologies would one day surpass even the Stonehurst Group.

That thought filled her with hope.

If she could win Trent over, then one day, no one in the Stonehurst family would dare look down on her again.

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