My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 58

“I’m just… worried he’s petty and might target you because of this.”

Yves frowned, stroking his chin. “Oh no, what ever shall I do?”

His exaggerated tone and expression made Hannah laugh. She looked up and met his eyes.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, and then Yves smiled too.

“So, are you really set on that business trip?”

Hannah nodded.

Yves didn't argue any further and approved her request.

Hannah returned to her hotel to pack her bags before heading to the airport.

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The Rosenberg Group, CEO's Office.

Owen walked in with a tablet and handed it to Lionel. “Mr. Rosenberg, we found her. Mrs. Rosenberg booked a room at The Azure for a month a few days ago, and she just booked a flight to Ryth!”

“She’s still going!”

Lionel stared at the tablet, a sharp pain twisting in his chest as he looked at Hannah’s name.

“Have the airport staff stop her! Get the car, we’re going to pick her up now.”

He put down the tablet and stood up, heading for the airport.

That contract fee—Yves was bluffing. There had to be something else at play besides the money. No matter what, he had to bring Hannah back.

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At the airport.

After checking in, Hannah was heading to her gate when she heard a commotion nearby.

“Rich people are something else, stopping people at the airport. I hope this doesn't delay my flight. I have a concert to get to.”

“This is beyond rich. There must be some serious power behind this to mobilize so many people.”

With any luck, she could just go on another business trip.

After landing, Hannah took a taxi to her hotel. After checking in, she went upstairs to unpack.

She didn't have to report to the branch office until tomorrow, so she had the day to herself.

Once her luggage was put away, Hannah went for a walk around the neighborhood.

Perhaps it was the change of scenery, but her mood had improved significantly. Her appetite returned with a vengeance, and she sampled many local snacks, not returning to the hotel until nine to shower and sleep.

The next morning, Hannah was woken by a knock on her door.

She didn't remember scheduling a wake-up call. She threw on a robe and went to open the door.

When the door opened and she saw the man standing outside, her sleepiness vanished instantly. She stood frozen in shock for a moment before slamming the door shut.

The man, anticipating her move, stuck his long leg in the way, blocking the door.

Lionel grabbed the handle, peering through the crack at Hannah’s pale, frightened face. His voice was hoarse. “Open the door.”