My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 92

Quennel stood by his car, offering them a polite smile.

Instinctively, Hannah reached for the door handle, only to find it locked. “Open the door,” she demanded.

Lionel’s mind raced. He didn’t have time to process why Quennel was here; all he knew was that if he let Hannah out of the car, she would be gone.

He turned to her, his eyes intense. “Did you call him?”

On the surface, Quennel was gentle and harmless, but Lionel knew better. He knew just how vicious his older brother could be. When he had first taken over the branch office, a series of disasters had nearly crushed him, all orchestrated by Quennel to prove he was incompetent and should be sent back home to live as a useless heir. There had even been a few near-accidents on his way home from work. While there was no concrete proof, he couldn’t think of anyone else who would target him so relentlessly.

The man was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Seeing that he had no intention of unlocking the doors, Hannah just shrugged. “Fine, Lionel. Keep me locked in this car forever, if you can.”

He had to let her out eventually.

“This is between us, Hannah. Why did you have to drag him into it?” Lionel’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

She didn’t respond.

The car rolled into the garage. After a long, tense silence, Lionel finally unlocked the doors. Hannah got out calmly and walked toward the house.

“Lionel,” Quennel said, already seated on the living room sofa. “I have some company business that requires Hannah’s expertise. I came to pick her up.”

Lionel walked over to him, his expression cold. “What are the rest of your employees for? You have to come to my house to borrow my people? The answer is no.”

His arrogant, controlling words didn’t faze Hannah in the slightest. She only felt a deeper sense of disgust. Who was he to make decisions for her? She was a person, not his property.

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