Hearing that, Quennel couldn''t hold it in any longer and burst outughing.


    For three years, the one thing he wanted, the response he longed to hear, had finally been realized.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, I trust this oue is to your satisfaction? If not, we can still make adjustments, but it''s crucial to remember that our time is running out."


    Seeing how pleased Quennel was, Marcus Hale asked with professional diligence. "No more changes. This is it. This is exactly what I wanted. It''s perfect!"


    "I''m d I could satisfy you, Mr. Rosenberg. If you have any further needs, you can contact me anytime. The price is always negotiable."


    As Marcus Hale finished speaking, Quennel pulled a check from his pocket and handed it to him.


    "I''ll call you if I need you again, but you must remember what you promised. You absolutely cannot leak a word of this."


    Right now, the only people who knew Hannah''s memory had been altered were himself, his assistant, and Marcus Hale.


    His assistant had been with him for years and was unfailingly loyal, so there was no need to worry. But this Marcus Hale required caution.


    He had actually considered getting rid of him after this was done after all, only the dead can''t talk.


    But then he realized this might not be a one-time job, and other issues could ariseter. So, for now, he had to let the man live.


    He''d deal with him when he was no longer needed.


    "You can rest assured, Mr. Rosenberg. I''ve been in this business for many years and have never leaked a thing. Since the job is done, I''ll be on my way."


    As he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and added, "Your wife will wake up in one minute."


    Marcus Hale nced at the figure on the check, smiled in satisfaction, and left.


    One minute.


    In one more minute, everything would bepletely different.


    Quennel sat beside Hannah, his breathing growing heavier as he kept ncing down at his watch, counting down the seconds.


    "Hannah?"


    The moment the countdown ended, Quennel couldn''t help but call her name. Hannah''s brow twitched. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she took in the scene before her, then turned her head to look at Quennel.


    "Brother?"


    Brother!


    She called him Brother, not Big Brother!


    Though both meant brother, the single word difference carried apletely different meaning, apletely different feeling!


    Quennel took a sharp breath, cing his hand over Hannah''s. His fingers slowly closed, enveloping her hand in his.


    "I''m here, brother''s here." His


    prominent Adam''s apple bobbed Seeing that Hannah didn''t try to pull, her hand away, his heart filled with even more joy.


    It worked. It really worked!


    She called him Brother, and she didn''t resist!


    She was finally his.


    His dream of three years had finallye true.


    "Brother, what happened to me?" Hannah rubbed her temples. "Weren''t we just


    having dinner? I feel like I fell asleep."


    "You''ve been under a lot of pressuretely, dealing with the divorce from Lionel, and


    you haven''t been resting well. You just dozed off for a bit."


    Quennel held her hand, his thumb gently caressing it.


    "Don''t let anyone know that you met


    me in


    areret today. After all, you two


    are about to divorce, and it wouldn''t


    be good if someone used this against you, understand?" Content"


    He squeezed Hannah''s hand, his eyes smiling as he looked at her. "After yourwsuit seeds next week, I''ll take you away from this city full of bad memories. I''ll take you somewhere else, and we''ll start a life that''s just for us."