Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 You Are Not Getting The Money

Trent had never realized his wife could look this breathtaking.

That spark of amazement in his eyes didn’t escape Sidonie. Her expression darkened. “Trent!”

That pulled Trent back to reality. He walked over to Quinn, his tone full of disbelief. “You followed me here?” he asked. “What are you trying to do?”

Caught off guard, Quinn quickly retorted, “I have zero interest in following you!”

“Then why are you here?” Trent was convinced that she disapproved of him bringing Sidonie and had come to make a scene.

“Quinn is an executive at Azure Technologies now. She came with me to the banquet,” Laura interjected, glaring at him. “You think everything’s about you, don’t you? She’s got better things to do than follow you around!”

Trent’s expression shifted slightly, but he still warned, “I hope you’re really just here for the banquet. If you stir up trouble, don’t blame me for what happens.”

The event was important for him. He needed to use it to find business partners and secure investment.

He turned and led Sidonie toward the banquet hall. Just then, Quinn’s phone rang–it was Penelope.

“Get to the Royal Court Hotel right now, Room 1205. We need to go over the divorce agreement. If you don’t show expect to see that hundred million!”

Quinn raised an eyebrow and looked up at the hotel’s sign. Sure enough, it was the Royal Court.

What a coincidence. Penelope picked the same hotel, too.

“What’s wrong?” asked Laura.

“I’ve got something to handle. I’m meeting Trent’s mom here. You go on in. I’ll join you soon,” said Quinn.

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“Fine, but be careful. That woman isn’t exactly known for being sweet. Asking you to meet in a hotel sounds shady,” Laura warned.

“I know,” Quinn replied with a small smile. She looked down at her phone. Penelope had already sent her instructions to collect a keycard at the front desk.

Inside the banquet hall, when Sidonie saw Laura arrive alone, a smile tugged at her lips. It looked like Penelope and the others had successfully drawn Quinn away.

Quinn might want that hundred million, but whether she got it depended entirely on her ability to survive what came next. By then, she wouldn’t just lose the money. Her reputation would be trashed. And at that point, even if Trent didn’t want a divorce, he’d have no choice.

Up on the twelfth floor, Penelope and Jacinda were growing impatient.

Luxury, my foot! Let’s see how miserable you are in a few minutes.

114 PM J.

Even though she was the boss‘ biological sister and a top university graduate, she had still been made project supervisor. But no matter how hard she tried, her subordinates kept praising Quinn.

They always said things went smoother when Quinn was in charge. The way they looked at her, she could see the judgment in their eyes.

What’s so special about Quinn, anyway? I’d like to see how those employees would feel when they see her miserable and pathetic state!

Then a message popped up on her phone. Her grin widened. She turned to Penelope. “Mom, it’s all set. Let’s go.”

The mother and daughter walked into Room 1205.

Quinn was collapsed near the bed, clearly too weak to even sit up. Two burly men stood beside her and greeted Penelope and Jacinda with flattery. “The moment she stepped in, the drugged mist hit her hard. She doesn’t even have the strength to fight back,” one of them explained.

Jacinda gave a triumphant smirk and sauntered over to Quinn. “Ha! You didn’t expect this, did you?” she scoffed. “You really thought divorcing my brother would get you a hundred million? Keep dreaming!”

Quinn was gasping for breath. Her cold gaze locked onto Penelope and Jacinda. “So this is what you meant by wanting to

talk?”

Penelope glared at her. “Who do you think you are, asking for a hundred million? That money was earned by my son. You’re not getting a cent!”