My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 152

Seeing the genuine confusion on his face, Hannah had to fight to keep from laughing. She managed to suppress it, shrugging nonchalantly. "Who knows? All I know is, I never owned it. Oh..."

She drew out the sound, her expression one of dawning realization. "Lionel, don't tell me you gave it to the wrong person, thought you gave it to me, and then yelled at me for it. Tsk, tsk. That's what happens when you have too many women on the side. You can't even keep track of who you gave what to, and then you go around blaming everyone else."

Her taunt hit its mark. Lionel's face flushed with humiliation.

"Owen, I told you to give it to Hannah. Who did you give it to?"

Owen was completely flustered, swallowing repeatedly, at a loss for what to say. "I... I just followed your instructions... I gave the necklace to Ms. Woods. Wasn't it... wasn't it for her?"

He kept his head down, his voice trembling as he peeked up at Lionel.

The confirmation made Lionel take a sharp, angry breath.

"When did I ever say the necklace was for Sandra? When I placed the order, I explicitly said it was the one Hannah wanted!"

"How could you be so incompetent? I even asked you if it had been delivered. What did you tell me? When did you become incapable of handling even a simple task like this?" He rubbed his temples, trying to force back the anger.

Owen was trembling so badly he could barely speak, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"If you weren't so obviously biased toward Sandra, Mr. Rosenberg, your assistant wouldn't have made the mistake. After all, who would have thought the necklace was for the unloved wife? An observant man like Owen would naturally assume it was for the new favorite."

Seeing their predicament, Hannah scoffed. "Instead of worrying about who you gave it to, maybe you should be worrying about why she sold such an expensive piece of jewelry, and why the Woods family's finances haven't improved at all, while Mr. Jones has conveniently skipped the country."

"Yes, yes, right away! I'll go right now!"

He didn't dare waste another second, rushing out the door and calling the consignment shop owner.

After he hung up, he hesitated for a moment, then decided to call Sandra.

"Owen? Is something wrong with Lionel for you to be calling so late?" Sandra asked, having just gotten back to her room.

"Ms. Woods, is something wrong with your voice?"

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