My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 176

"What are you waiting for?" Lionel asked, noticing his assistant's hesitation.

Owen's grip on the file tightened. "Nothing, sir. I'll get right on it."

He hurried out of the office and onto the balcony, checking to make sure he was alone before pulling out his phone and calling Sandra.

He had seen the man in the photo before. One time, when he had gone to see Sandra, the two of them had been in a hushed conversation. The man had left abruptly the moment he saw Owen. He hadn't asked what they were talking about then, but their serious expressions suggested it was something important.

Now, it seemed they had been plotting against Hannah.

Ms. Woods... how could she do something like this?

"Mr. Owen, what a surprise. Is something wrong?" Sandra's voice was tinged with anxiety. She had just seen the news herself.

"Ms. Woods, did you see the news?" Owen asked in a low voice. "What is your relationship with the man in the report? Mr. Rosenberg has asked me to investigate who was behind this."

A wave of panic washed over her. "Why are you asking me? How would I know someone like that?"

She bit her lip, remembering Owen's visit. It had been a brief encounter, months ago. Surely he wouldn't remember? Her hand, clenched into a fist, grew slick with sweat. But it shouldn't matter even if he did. Owen was on her side. Besides, she had chosen a location without any cameras. They couldn't trace it back to her.

"I must have been mistaken then. A lot of people look alike," Owen said, quicker to doubt himself than to suspect her. "If you come across any leads, Ms. Woods, please let me know."

"Of course."

She hung up and stared at the man's picture on the news site. She had assumed Quennel would bury the story, not broadcast it for the world to see. He wasn't just clearing Hannah's name; he was sending her a message.

"I'm not."

The rejection from the other end was cold and final.

Sandra's face fell. Just as she was about to press further, he added, "I'm having dinner with Hannah tonight."

Hannah!

It was always that bitch! Always her!

A furious fire ignited in her chest, but she dared not let it show. She forced a smile into her voice, said she wouldn't disturb him, and ended the call.