Besides, if Lionel helped him now, no one would ever know.


    He could simply im all the credit. It was the perfect opportunity to make use of him.


    "So, you''vee to me for help because you''ve finally realized your own ipetence. Quennel, if you want my assistance, it''s simple. Just get on your knees and beg me."


    Faced with Lionel''s unbridled arrogance, Quennel remained unfazed.


    "I came to make a proposal, not to negotiate. If you don''t want to do it, then don''t. Of course, if you do, there will be something in it for you."


    He had anticipated Lionel''s refusal, so his calm expression never wavered.


    "As for what you''ll get, you''ll find out after you''ve done the work. As your brother, I can''t just stand by and do nothing. Besides this, there was one other thing I came to


    tell you."


    Quennel raised his eyebrows, a faint, mocking smile ying on his lips. “Hannah has filed a divorce petition with the court. I assume you''re aware of that."


    Honestly, he was surprised Hannah had waited this long to file.


    But on second thought, it made sense. She probably didn''t want to make things embarrassed and had been putting it off.


    In the end, she must have realized Lionel was shameless, and there was no point in protecting his reputation.


    She might as well have filed for divorce sooner; they could have been separated by


    now.


    Lionel froze for a few seconds, his face darkening.


    He knew about the divorce petition; Hannah had mentioned it before.


    But he had assumed it was just an empty threat. He never thought she would actually go through with it.


    Once the time came, the news would be impossible to hide.


    Everyone would find out, and the gossip would start.


    As the reality of it sank in, Lionel''s breathing became ragged.


    "You and Hannah are about to divorced, and here you are, still debating whether to keep


    with


    your mistress. Let me ask you, do


    you even care about Hannah at all?"


    It seemed there was nothing left to discuss between them, so there was no point in wasting any more time.


    Quennel stood up to leave, but Lionel suddenly called out to him.


    "Wait.” Lionel''s brow was furrowed as he asked, “If I handle that file for you, will you help me?"


    "Forget about the file. I came here to offer you a partnership, and you met me with this level of arrogance. I handed you an opportunity on a silver tter, and you threw it away Why should I bother with you? I only offered you the file because


    thought you had nothing better to do."


    Quennel wasn''t a patient man. He had approached the matter calmly.


    But Lionel had been so conceited, demanding he get on his knees and beg just to get a file handled.


    He was arrogant then, and he was still arrogant now, even as he was about to ept. Honestly, if he weren''t so capable, Quennel wouldn''t have bothereding here today.


    But his talent fueled his arrogance, and if he was going to be that arrogant, he had to ept the consequences.


    "Quennel, do you really think I don''t


    know what kind of person you


    are?


    It''s obvious you cant handle this f yourself and you need someone to do it for you. And I''m the best person for the job."