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.

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