My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 354

Faced with Lionel's accusation, Quennel's expression remained perfectly composed. He maintained his cold, impassive demeanor, glancing at him briefly before turning his attention back to his computer.

When he told Hannah about the bugged conversation, he never expected Sandra to keep that secret.

He had gone to see her today and warned her that if she didn't behave, he would take action. In response, Sandra immediately brought up the incident from three years ago to threaten him.

That had been the final straw.

But even with Lionel confronting him now, he felt no sense of panic.

"No wonder Hannah said what she did to me," Quennel scoffed, closing his laptop. He swiveled his chair to face him.

"What did Hannah say to you!"

At the mention of her name, Lionel tensed up.

He knew Quennel's intentions toward Hannah were suspect, but she foolishly trusted him, ignoring all his warnings.

For all he knew, she had already told Quennel everything!

Quennel crossed his arms, his deep-set eyes scanning Lionel up and down before he let out another derisive snort. "What else? Just that you'll always believe whatever Sandra says, and you'll never trust anyone else."

The words hit Lionel like a punch to the gut.

Hannah had said the same thing to him countless times, and each time he had tried to explain himself. But in light of recent events, his explanations felt incredibly weak and pathetic…

"Did Sandra tell you I was the one who drugged you? That I wanted to ruin your wedding?" Quennel's lips curved into a smirk.

"Or do you think I was trying to stop your marriage because I was afraid your growing power would threaten me?"

As he said this, Quennel let out a cold laugh, his eyes sweeping over Lionel with a look of utter disdain before shaking his head.

"It's no wonder Hannah fought with you constantly for three years and lost all her feelings for you. After all, dealing with an idiot would wear down anyone's love."

Quennel looked at him as if he were a fool, his eyes filled with mocking contempt.

He tilted his head and asked dismissively, "I have no idea what Hannah ever saw in you. But you've certainly had a lucky life, being propped up by two different women. How else would you have gotten where you are today?"

Honestly, there weren't many men who were so fortunate, relying on women since they were young and continuing to do so as adults.