His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Why Don’t You Arrange It?

Liana did indeed see the mark, but her expression remained impassive. “You should go find Elian and ask him to divorce me.”

Anya paused at Liana’s words, then quickly kept going.

“I did. He said divorcing you right after your mother’s passing would make him look heartless. Unless you beg him for a divorce-best in public, so the whole city knows it’s your idea-then he’ll agree.”

“Why don’t you arrange it, then?” Liana asked after only a brief pause.

“If you trust me… of course, I can arrange it,” Anya replied, now thoroughly confused.

This meeting was nothing as she’d envisioned.

She expected anger, a scene, ugliness. She didn’t expect Liana to seemingly trust her and hand her the task.

As long as Liana was willing to divorce, Anya could leave her a way out.

But all Liana cared about was getting the divorce done.

Trust? Impossible.

She hadn’t trusted Anya since the day she delivered those abortion pills.

And now with Theo’s fall, Liana almost demanded answers from Anya, but forced herself to hold back.

Asking wouldn’t get her the answer she needed.

The only way was to investigate quietly.

The camera was useless now, thanks to Elian, but…

There might still be a chance.

Liana’s sharp gaze returned to Anya’s beautiful, wide eyes.

“Xander’s birthday is in a few days. Many friends will be there. How about then?”

Anya’s mind was all about getting Liana and Elian divorced.

“Fine. You arrange it. Just send me the time and address Liana agreed.

Anya left the office feeling the encounter had gone surprisingly smoothly.

Seeing Quentin standing by the door, she couldn’t help looking at him. “Quentin, right? A friend’s birthday is coming up. You should come with Liana.”

Quentin merely looked at her coolly, saying nothing. Anya left, and that very evening, an invitation was delivered to him.

After work, Liana decided to walk home.

Her car had broken down, but the school wasn’t far. The walk was good exercise.

Soon, Quentin’s car pulled up beside her. “Get in. I’ll drive you.”

“Oh, no need. I’m getting a workout,” Liana declined, stepping back and offering a polite smile through the window.

Quentin leaned toward her, then got out of the car, as to insist.

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