Chapter 240 The Truth Surfaces
Laura took a breath. “I know Quinn wouldn’t misremember. That leaves only one possibility–Sidonie
lied.”
“Interesting,” Han snorted. “I can’t wait to see Trent’s face when he finds out. Frankly, Quinn should’ve let the man drown in that river.”
“Indeed.” Laura nodded grimly. “So what next? We can’t let that pair keep living the high life.”
The very thought of what Quinn suffered at Trent’s hands for three years made her clench her teeth.
“Rx. I’ll stage a fine little drama for Trent and Sidonic,” Han said absent–mindedly.
Yet, there was no mistaking the hardness in his gaze.
Sidonie worked fast. Two dayster, she escorted Trent to the lender’s office. As soon as the fifty millionnded in his ount, Trent let out a long breath.
“Tonight we should celebrate properly,” Sidonie suggested. “From now on, yourpany can only grow stronger. I know I chose the right man.”
Moved, Trent pulled her into his arms. “Sidonie, I’ll prove you’re right. I’ll show everyone I seeded on my own.”
<i>I’ll </i>prove I didn’t <i>need </i><i>Quinn</i>–<i>my </i><i>startup</i><i>, </i><i>my </i><i>future </i><i>listing</i><i>, </i><i>all </i><i>of </i><i>it </i><ies </i><i>from </i><i>my </i><i>ability </i><i>alone</i>.
Sidonie smiled. With that money, she could silence Detective Lindgren and patch Trent’s cash flow in one. stroke, truly killing two birds with one stone.
Back at the vi, she uncorked a bottle of red wine to celebrate.
After several sses of wine, Trent’s eyes grew hazy. “Sidonie… I’ll show them all. Without… without Quinn, I’ll be even better!”
“Of course you will.” Sidonie raised her ss but only pretended to drink.
She watched until his eyelids fluttered shut and he slumped across the sofa. Half a ss of wine sshed onto the rug; the ss rolling onto the floor.
Still smiling, Sidonie picked it up. She stroked Trent’s face. “Trent? Trent!”
He did not stir.
Satisfied, she took his phone, pressed his fingertip to the sensor, and opened the online banking app.
A wave of nausea rose so suddenly that she mped a hand over her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
She retched into the sink until nothing remained.
Atst, she rinsed her mouth, lifted her head, and met her reflection.
The smile on Sidonie’s face only grew wider.
<b>She </b>let <b>her </b>palm drift over her lower belly. Her menstrual cycle had always run like clockwork. It should havee a week <b>ago</b><b>, </b>yet it stubbornly refused to show.
And now this sudden bout of nausea felt as though her body were announcing the very miracle she had been praying for
She murmured, “Trent, if I really am carrying your child, you’ll marry me right away, won’t you? And everything I’ve done… You’ll forgive all of it, yes?”
If there truly was a tiny life inside her, that child would be her most powerful bargaining chip.
She had already lost her job and her reputation; even the friends who used to crowd around her had drifted off, as though being near her might bring them bad luck.
So she had to keep Trent firmly in her grasp no matter what it took.
Quinn sat before herputer, using specialized software to restore the video she had obtained from the military district.
Bit by bit, the once–blurry images sharpened.
On–screen, a shadowy figure walked into frame, and a momentter, a pinprick of light red.
If that sh came from a lighter flicking on a cigarette, then perhaps this was the real smoker.
The drone the military had deployed carried a high–definition camera with superb resolution.
If she could fully restore the footage, she could finally see who that person was.