My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 20

Was this man clueless or just brazen?

Lionel’s cold eyes narrowed. “I heard the Lancaster Group was dealing with a tricky situation recently. But judging by your mood, Mr. Lancaster, I assume it’s been resolved.”

Yves leaned against the driver’s side door, arms crossed. “That’s because we have Ms. Green. With her on the case, any tricky situation is just a walk in the park. Isn’t that right, Ms. Green?”

Hannah quickly got into the car, wanting no part in their verbal sparring.

“Mr. Rosenberg, I have to run. You know how it is—good talent is hard to find. I have to treasure mine.” He laughed as he got into the car, deliberately leaving the window down to lean toward Hannah. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your husband? You seem like strangers.”

“Mr. Lancaster, I believe your assistant mentioned you have a meeting this afternoon. We’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”

Yves paused, then laughed genuinely. “You know, if you ever get tired of being a lawyer, you’d make an excellent personal assistant. You remember everything. Let me know, and I’ll hire you.”

Hannah ignored him, her gaze fixed on Lionel, who was getting into his car with an air of indifference and driving off in the direction of the hospital.

Inside Lionel’s car, Owen swallowed nervously, his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, barely daring to breathe.

“Did you not send her the interview time?” Lionel’s sharp voice cut through the silence.

Owen’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You said you were bringing her to the office, so I didn’t send a separate notification. And, well, you know she’s not fond of me. I didn’t want to bother her.”

He quickly added, “Mr. Rosenberg, I’ll have someone reschedule right away and send her the details for a new interview.”

He had assumed it was just another one of the missus's jealous fits, demanding a job to spite Ms. Woods, and that Mr. Rosenberg was just placating her. He had only told HR to ask a few questions and give her a do-nothing position.

He never imagined Mr. Rosenberg was serious about bringing her into the company.

Lionel stared at the two boxes of pastries on the seat beside him. “Don’t bother. If she’d rather suffer at someone else’s company, let her.”

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