Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40 The Little Tyrant

“If you really go through with this divorce, you’ll walk away with nothing. You’d better think carefully.” With those parting words, he all but fled the mansion as if terrified of hearing a truth he couldn’t bear.

Silence settled in his wake. Quinn stood still, glancing around the room.

It was time to leave. Yet, she was struck by how little she actually owned here.

Over the next two days, Trent was consumed by two pressing matters. First, scraping together enough money to post bail for his mother and sister. Second, finding a lawyer-someone, anyone-who might be willing to take their case and help prove their innocence.

If Quinn refused to write a formal letter of apology, his mother and sister could end up facing charges. Even if the court issued a suspended sentence, the stain of a criminal record would remain.

That was something Trent couldn’t allow.

Unfortunately, none of the four major law firms in Jexburgh would touch the case. Their refusals left him increasingly desperate, so much so that he hadn’t slept properly in days.

At a dimly lit club, Trent sat at the bar, sipping his drink with irritation etched into every movement.

Sidonie, seated beside him, said, “Don’t drink so much. We’ll find another way to deal with Mrs. Grafton and Jacinda’s situation. I can ask my uncle if he knows any lawyers willing to step in.”

Trent looked at her with gratitude. “Sidonie, thank you. Even after the way Jacinda treated you, you’re still willing to help her.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not that petty,” Sidonie replied, her tone light, her expression serene. “Jacinda’s your sister. I’m not going to hold it against her.”

From the side, Yorick chimed in with a smug grin. “That’s exactly why I always say, Sidonie’s generosity puts her miles ahead of someone like Quinn. Quinn holds onto grudges like a lifeline. If she hadn’t made such a scene, Mrs. Grafton and Jacinda wouldn’t still be locked up.”

Trent’s expression darkened. “Enough. Let’s not talk about Quinn.”

Just then, Sidonie’s gaze flicked toward the entrance. Her eyes lit up. “My uncle just walked in, and look who’s with him,” she said, leaning closer to Trent. “Let’s go say hi. That man beside him has serious clout. If he’s willing to help, you won’t need to worry about finding a lawyer.”

Trent followed her gaze, his brows lifting in surprise. “That guy is…”

Sidonie explained, “His name’s Harlan Ingram. People call him the ‘little tyrant’ of Jexburgh. He just got back in the country a few days ago. He’s got influence, connections, you name it. Everyone in the legal world here respects him. If you can win him over, you can move mountains in this city.”

Trent’s eyes lit up with excitement at her words.

“Aren’t you short on funds for the company right now?” Sidonie said with a knowing smile. “If Harlan

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agrees to help, getting a bank loan would be as easy as him making a phone call.”

Trent’s eagerness surged. The possibility was too tempting to ignore.

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