The whole situation was so ridiculous, he couldn''t help butugh every time he thought about it.


    He''d met his fair share of absurd people, but no one had ever been as preposterous as Lionel.


    Plenty of men in his circle had mistresses, but they were all surprisingly adept at managing those rtionships smoothly.


    Quennel had initially thought maybe Hannah was different from their wives, which was why things had gotten so messy.


    But heter realized it wasn''t Hannah''s temperament at all; it was because Lionel''s actions were simply too outrageous.


    Thinking about everything Lionel had done to Hannah over the past three years made his anger re.


    He even found himself wondering what would have happened if, the day before their wedding, he had realized what was going on and stopped it. If he''d prevented Hannah from going to the wrong room and brought her straight to his instead.


    Would Hannah have married him that day, even if she was still in love with Lionel back then?


    But it was toote to think about that now.


    Besides, it might not have worked anyway. Hannah already knew Lionel was getting very close to Seraphina, yet she was still determined to marry him.


    The past was the past. No amount of thinking, agonizing, or regretting his inaction could change anything.


    The only thing he could do now was move forward!


    "Quennel, this is my business, and it''s none of yours. If you called me just to lecture me about this, then we have nothing more to talk about!"


    Lionel hung up in a fit of rage, a bitter feeling rising in his chest.


    Quennel stared at the disconnected call, not a trace of anger on his face. Instead, he simply smiled, put down his phone, and looked at his assistant who had just walked in.


    "Did you find the person I asked you to look for?"


    The assistant nodded. "Sir, we found


    him and extended your invitation. He''s currently staying at the residence we arranged and said you can meet with him tomorrow 16 discuss the details of what needs to done."


    A slight, satisfied smile touched Quennel''s lips as he nodded.


    Even though Hannah had mistakenly married Lionel three years ago, those three


    years had at least shown her what kind of person he truly was.


    So now, he would help her forget this painful memory and make her realize who she truly loved deep down.


    The thought of what was toe sent a


    wished he could go and discuss the details with the man right this very moment.


    he coll through him. He


    The next morning, Quennel canceled his morning meetings and headed for Oakwood Vi.


    It was a private estate he owned but rarely visited.


    When he arrived at the vi, he saw a man in his fifties practicing Tai Chi on thewn.


    The man heard the approaching


    footsteps, slowly lifted his eyelids.to


    nge at Quernel, then lowered


    them again as if nothing had


    happened, continuing his


    movements.


    "I''ll go tell him you''re here, sir," the assistant offered, seeing the man''s indifference.


    Quennel stopped his assistant.


    "It''s fine. We''ll wait."


    When you''re the one asking for a favor, you must show the proper deference.


    Twenty minutester, the man finished his routine and slowly walked toward him. "So, you''re the one who wants my services?"