Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Flames of Retribution

Chapter 187 Flames of Retribution

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“Hallucinate?” The kidnapper released her, and Sidonie collapsed with a dull thud, face down on the grimy

floor.

A sudden splash followed. Through the camera lens, everyone watched the kidnapper lift a white plastic bucket and drench Sidonic in a clear, shimmering liquid.

Sidonie screamed, “No–ah! What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Letting you taste the fire yourself. We’ll see if you hallucinate while you burn.” He opened a second bucket and poured the contents over her again, soaking her hair, her clothes, her skin.

Netizen D: It’s fuel! Oh God, that’s gasoline!

Trent’s heart contracted violently. He stared at the monitor, powerless, clinging to one hope–that the police would trace the signal, find the hideout, and rescue Sidonie in time.

“D*mn it!” he growled, crushing Sidonie’s abandoned phone in his fist. “Why is this happening to her?”

He looked toward Quinn, eyes blazing with fury. “This is all your fault, Quinn. If anything happens to Sidonie, it will be on you!”

“I’m the one who caused this?” Quinn’s brows knitted as she shot Trent a look that mixed disbelief with rising anger. “Grafton, have you completely lost it?”

“Everything is on you!” Trent advanced until scarcely a step separated them, accusation crackling in his voice. “If you hadn’t played that recording on purpose during the talk–show interview–if you hadn’t teamed up with the others to corner Sidonie–she never would have bolted back to the green room. None of this would have happened, and she wouldn’t have been kidnapped. You dragged Sidonie into this nightmare!”

A harsh, incredulous laugh spilled from Quinn’s lips. “Same old Trent,” she said, voice icy yet mocking. “Whenever trouble strikes, you pass the blame to anyone standing nearby. You claim I drove Sidonie off, which supposedly led to her being abducted–so why don’t you blame yourself? Weren’t you the one who left with her? Why wasn’t her loving fiancé at her side, guarding her?”

“I-” Trent’s face darkened with humiliation that quickly flared into fury. “Quit twisting things, Quinn. I’m warning you: if Sidonie so much as suffers a scratch, I’ll never let this go!”

Bang!

Trent’s threat had barely hit the air when Julius’s boot slammed into him, sending him crashing to the floor with bone–jarring force.

A sharp wave of pain shot through Trent’s body.

His right hand was still wrapped in bandages; forced to rely on his left, he tried to push himself upright.

He had barely lifted his torso when Julius strode forward, raised his leg again, and drove another merciless

kick into Trent’s ribs.

Trent hit the ground a second time, harder than before, the breath knocked clean out of him.

“You say you won’t spare Quinn? Fine–then I won’t spare you right now.” Julius’s expression was lethal, eyes so cold and intent they seemed capable of murder.

I will hunt you until one of us is dead.

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