The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 616

**TITLE: Military 616**
**Chapter 616: Unsettled Debts**

Julius furrowed his brow, an expression of concern etching deeper lines into his forehead. “Did Laura promise you something?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension.

Weston’s expression hardened, a glimmer of defiance flashing in his eyes. “That’s between her and me. If there’s nothing else, Mr. Whitethorn, you know the way out,” he replied, his tone dismissive, as if the matter were trivial.

Julius rose from his seat, allowing the chill of winter to seep into his gaze. “Laura is my wife’s friend. Handle matters with her properly. Should you ever try to force her into anything, the Whitethorn family will not stand aside,” he warned, each word deliberate and sharp.

Weston leaned back in his chair, a cold smirk playing on his lips, as if savoring the confrontation. “So, Julius, is this your warning not to act rashly? If I insist on it—if I go ahead anyway—are you going to strike me down?” His challenge hung in the air, thick with tension.

“It won’t be me who moves against you. Quin will. She is my wife. Every ounce of Whitethorn power sits at her fingertips. The family is her sharpest blade. Wherever she swings, it cuts,” Julius replied, his voice calm yet filled with conviction.

A flicker of something unexpected crossed Weston’s eyes—an emotion he hadn’t anticipated. He had long understood that Julius held a deep admiration for Quinn, but this level of devotion was beyond anything he had calculated.

“Aren’t you afraid,” Weston pressed, his voice dripping with skepticism, “that giving such sudden power to someone who has never tasted real wealth will unbalance her? That her missteps might destroy the Whitethorn family?”

Julius chuckled softly, a sound devoid of humor. “My wife’s mind is far steadier than you imagine. And if she truly brings this family down, then the fault lies with us for not being strong enough to support her.” His words resonated with a quiet strength, a testament to his faith in Quinn.

Weston exhaled sharply through his nose, a hint of disbelief coloring his features. “So, in your eyes, Quinn is flawless.”

“I’ve said all I came to say. If you refuse the Whitethorn goodwill, that’s your choice. But do not force Laura to do anything against her will. Otherwise, the family’s blade will swing straight at you,” Julius concluded, his voice firm as he turned to leave the office, his footsteps echoing with purpose.

As he exited, the assistant peeked in, clipboard clutched tightly to his chest. “Mr. Windore, Mr. Godfrey has arrived.”

Weston straightened in his chair, shaking off the remnants of their exchange. “Send him in,” he instructed, his tone now businesslike.

Moments later, Graham stepped into the office, smoothing the lapels of his suit with a nervous hand. Had Laura been present, she would have recognized him immediately—the very attorney preparing to sue her stepmother and stepbrother.

“Mr. Windore, may I ask why you wanted to see me?” Godfrey ventured, his voice betraying a tremor that hinted at his anxiety.

Earlier that morning, he had received an unexpected call from Weston’s law firm, summoning him with little explanation. A sense of dread had settled in his stomach. Could one of my cases have offended Weston Windore himself?

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