Chapter 101
With so many people and security cameras around, she probably wouldn’t dare pull anything too outrageous.
Hannah drove out of the underground parking garage, heading toward the central plaza. She didn’t notice the black car parked across the street, its driver watching her every move.
From his driver’s seat, Lionel Rosenberg tracked the car as it emerged. The moment it came into the light, he recognized the person behind the wheel.
So, it really was Hannah hiding in the bedroom earlier.
The plate of pastries on the table-she must have made them.
How long had it been since she’d cooked for him? And now she was not only living in Quennel’s apartment but making meals for him too?
His gaze darkened. Gripping the steering wheel, he floored the accelerator and sped after Hannah’s car.
It was rush hour at the central plaza, and the area was bustling with people heading home from work. Hannah found the spot Sandra had mentioned, near a wide staircase. As she walked up, she saw Sandra waiting for her.
“Hannah!” Sandra exclaimed, taking a couple of steps down to meet her. “Are you hungry? There’s a new restaurant nearby that Mr. Jones has been raving about. We could try it p>
“Just say what you need to say,” Hannah replied coolly, stepping to the side to avoid blocking the stairs.
Seeing her indifference, Sandra’s expression crumpled. She stood on the step below, looking up with a wounded expression. “I honestly didn’t know Xenia would do something like that. She seemed so young and innocent, and the client was in such a rush… I just assumed she was telling the truth. That’s why I let Lionel misunderstand you p>
With that, Sandra bowed deeply in apology, drawing curious glances from passersby.
Hannah had expected some kind of stunt in a private room, not this. She couldn’t believe Sandra had the audacity to publicly shame her like this.
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Hannah let out a short, sharp laugh. “So you believe whatever anyone tells you? You snatch my project, realize you can’t handle it and then try to shove it back on me. Sandra, you need a reality check. You’re the least competent lawyer in the entire firm. Don’t you know that p>
Sandra’s pupils contracted as she stared up at Hannah in disbelief. She had intended to use the onlookers as leverage, to publicly shame Hannah into forgiving her, but she never imagined Hannah would so blatantly disregard her own reputation and humiliate her right back.
“You know you only got into the firm
because of your connections p>
Hannah continued, her voice rising slightly. “Everyone walks on
eggshells around you, flatters you because of who you know. Did you really think they were impressed by your skills p>
“I don’t even need to investigate whether Xenia framed you or if you paid her to take the fall. After all, a woman who has no problem interfering in someone else’s marriage is capable of anything, isn’t she p>
Hannah’s voice was loud enough to make people stop and stare. A few even recognized Sandra from the recent online gossip.
“I… I didn’t. Please, don’t spread rumors,” Sandra stammered, swallowing hard. She could feel eyes on her from every direction. “Nothing happened between us! Your marriage was failing on its own. You can’t blame me for everything p>
This woman is insane, Sandra thought. How can she bring this up in public? Isn’t she afraid of how Lionel will react?
“Nothing happened?” Hannah took a step forward, her voice dripping with ice. “Then why did he make me sign divorce papers just to placate you p>
Sandra opened her mouth to retort, but her eyes suddenly widened. She stumbled back, her body tipping precariously.
“Ah p>
“Sandra p>