My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 342

“I knew you were a smart woman, Ms. Laurier,” Hannah said. She had expected more of a fight, but then again, a person like Sandra rarely inspired true loyalty.

The fact that Sandra had to offer up such an expensive necklace proved she had to buy Gloria’s cooperation.

Gloria, however, couldn’t manage a smile. She stood frozen, unsure if she should leave, terrified that Hannah would call her back again.

When Hannah remained silent, Gloria finally worked up the courage to ask, “May I go now?”

Hannah nodded. “I’ll have our driver take you home.”

“No, that’s not necessary!” Gloria quickly refused, worried that Hannah wasn’t being kind but was simply trying to find out where she lived.

“Alright then. But…” Hannah drew out the word, her eyes fixed on the necklace around Gloria’s neck.

“When you go to see Mr. Rosenberg, remember to wear this. If he refuses to meet with you, just tell him Hannah sent you.”

Gloria nodded, but just as she turned to leave, Hannah stopped her again, this time only to get her contact information.

After she left, Hannah and Samuel settled in the living room to watch TV.

Half an hour passed, and neither Gary nor Cherry reappeared.

“Can you believe them? That’s a brother and sister for you. Same rotten attitude. They bring a guest home and then just abandon her,” Samuel said with disgust.

“It worked out well, though,” Hannah replied. “She did me a huge favor.” She was already looking forward to seeing the meeting between Gloria and Lionel.

The next day at lunchtime, Hannah and Samuel left work and drove to the address Gloria had sent them.

“What did Hannah send you for?” Lionel asked, getting straight to the point as soon as he sat down.

Gloria was taken aback. She had spent hours on her makeup and outfit, hoping to impress him.

After all, by any objective measure, she was far more attractive than Sandra. Yet this man hadn’t even given her a second glance before interrogating her.

She took a deep breath, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and let her long, delicate fingers trail from her ear down her neck, finally resting on her collarbone, tracing it lightly in a suggestive manner.

After this little performance, she looked up at Lionel, confident she had captured his attention.

Instead, she found him staring at her with a look of undisguised impatience.

This… this wasn’t right. Normally, a move like that would have had any man hooked. Even if they tried to hide it, their eyes would betray their interest.