My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 132

Cora stood frozen, watching him walk away. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she ran to her room in a fit of pique.

“Mom, that bitch is bullying me!” she cried into the phone, recounting the morning’s events with plenty of dramatic embellishment.

“It’s okay, honey, it’s okay. They’re getting divorced soon,” Lily’s voice soothed from the other end. “Just hold on a little longer. As soon as they’re separated, you do what I told you. Give him the drug, get him into bed, and that’s it. It’s the same trick that shameless woman used to trap him in the first place.”

Lily grew more animated as she plotted. “Cora, listen to me. Set up a few hidden cameras in the room. If he refuses to marry you afterward, you show the video to his mother and grandmother. If they still object, release it online. These rich people are terrified of scandal. You have to strike first, before that Sandra woman beats you to it.”

Cora sat cross-legged on her bed, sniffling. “I know, Mom. I’m just so angry that Hannah dares to act like the lady of the house. It’s because of her that Mr. Rosenberg yelled at me today.”

Lily continued to comfort her until a knock on the door interrupted them. She quickly hung up.

“Cora, there’s still so much to do. Why are you hiding in your room? Didn’t your mother explain the job to you?” another maid asked from the doorway.

Cora rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “My only job is to take care of Mr. Rosenberg. The rest of this is for you servants to handle. If you try to make me do your work, I’ll tell my mom, and she’ll have you all fired when she gets back. Now get out and let me sleep.”

Before the other maid could respond, Cora slammed the door in her face.

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After her appointment, Hannah drove to a luxury resale boutique at the mall.

The owner was just about to display a necklace Sandra had sold a few days prior. Seeing a customer arrive, he quickly put it away and went to greet her.

After the transaction was complete, Hannah left the shop. She had only taken a few steps when she saw two familiar figures in the distance.

Lionel and Owen.

Speak of the devil.

Hannah frowned and immediately turned in the opposite direction, wanting nothing to do with them.

“Mr. Rosenberg, our new branch location is just ahead. The grand opening is in two days,” Owen reported.