Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 I Am Over Him

Chapter 270 I Am Over Him

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The next morning, Quinn arrived at work to find colleagues whispering about the handsome lawyer who had shown up the night before. Speculation about his relationship with Laura buzzed through the office.

“Weston Windore came looking for you last night?” Quinn asked. She had skipped the bar because Julius had kept her occupied.

“He did,” Laura replied.

“What did he want?”

“To get back together.”

Quinn was taken aback. “And you said?”

“I refused. I’m over him.” Laura smiled.

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you. If he causes trouble, tell me, and I’ll handle it,” Quinn said.

“Relax. Weston isn’t the clingy type. One rejection will bruise his pride enough to keep him away.”

Their conversation broke off when a secretary arrived. “Ms. Bridger, Trent Grafton from Grafton Tech is at reception asking to see you.”

Quinn blinked in surprise.

Laura frowned. “What does he want? Beg clemency for his mother and sister? The hearing is in a week.”

“Whatever it is, it’s not my concern.” Quinn shrugged and told the secretary, “Tell them I’m unavailable.”

Yet when quitting time came, Trent blocked Quinn at the company entrance.

“Quinn, can we talk?” he asked.

“I doubt we have anything to discuss.”

“Of course we do. I wronged you. Divorcing you was a mistake, and I’ve been regretting it every day. I finally realized how deep my feelings are. Let’s remarry.” Fixing his gaze on her, he said, “I love you, Quinn. I won’t fail you again.”

“Remarry?” Quinn stared at him, stunned.

Laura, standing next to Quinn, swore. “Trent, how dare you even suggest that!”

“This is between Quinn and me. Stay out of it,” Trent snapped.

Quinn’s voice turned icy. “Laura speaks for me. What makes you think you have the right to ask for a second chance?”

“I don’t believe you feel nothing for me!” Trent cried after a pause.

He lunged forward, reaching for her arm.

Another hand caught his wrist first, iron–strong.

Pain exploded up Trent’s arm, sharp enough to steal his breath.

Trent froze when he saw Julius, who appeared out of nowhere beside him. “M–Mr. Whitethorn, my hand –“he stammered, dread climbing his spine.

“Trent Grafton, remember–you and Quinn are divorced.” Julius‘ voice was low, his eyes dark as a gathering storm.

“Mr. Whitethorn, a divorce doesn’t mean we can’t marry again,” Trent said, forcing the words out past the pain.

“Apparently, I was too kind last time, and you’ve forgotten who Quinn belongs to now,” Julius said, turning to her. “Mind if I deal with him?”

“So long as it’s legal and you can win the case, go ahead,” Quinn replied.

Julius inclined his head. A sharp crack split the air, and Trent’s scream rose like torn canvas.

Julius had broken Trent’s arm.

Trent clutched his useless arm while Julius said, “My apologies–I exerted too much force. Should you seek compensation, feel free to speak with my legal team.”