“Lionel, it’s come to this, and you’re still spinning lies. What good will it do you?”
Quennel felt no fear at the mention of the anonymous messages.
After all, if Lionel could have traced them back to him, he would have shown them to Hannah long ago.
He couldn’t prove anything to Hannah then, and he certainly couldn't prove anything now.
At that thought, another idea came to Quennel.
He lowered his gaze, thinking for a few seconds before slowly looking up.
“Officers, a few days ago, Lionel brought Sandra to see Hannah. He wanted Sandra to lie to Hannah’s face and accuse me of illegal confinement. Hannah is aware of this incident.”
When Lionel heard Quennel bring up Hannah’s name, his mind went blank, his head threatening to explode.
“Quennel, are you insane? Why are you dragging Hannah into this?! This has nothing to do with her!”
This whole affair was already a complete mess, and now Quennel had to mention Hannah at this critical moment.
If the police actually went to question Hannah and asked her to give a statement…
The thought made Lionel’s face turn ashen with rage.
“Lionel, I’m simply telling the officers the truth. Besides, even if I didn’t say anything, they would have found out soon enough.”
Quennel sighed with feigned indifference. “And just like that, you’ve ruined Hannah’s peaceful life all over again. Look at you, making one mistake after another. It’s no wonder Hannah is so determined to divorce you.”
Seeing his smug, arrogant expression, Lionel lunged at him, but the police intercepted him again.
They forcibly escorted him out and put him in a car.

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