My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 455

Quennel let out a low chuckle. "You really are a cunning woman. I thought you hadn’t kept any evidence from back then—seems I underestimated you."

Hearing his fearless laughter, Sandra shouted angrily into the phone, "Cut the crap! Answer me: are you willing to help me? No—let me rephrase. Will you cooperate with me? We’re on equal footing now. If you don’t help me escape Kiron and stop him from coming after me, I’ll expose everything."

"Quennel, if Hannah ever finds out that the one she respects and loves so much was the one who drugged her back then, do you think she’ll ever look at you the same? Will she despise you? Will she want to kill you? Will she feel like you’ve been deceiving her all along? I’ll give you five minutes to think about it!"

"No need for five minutes. I’ve already sent someone to pick you up. They’ll take you on my private helicopter to Mixa. But there’s a condition—you must hand over all the evidence in your possession to them. Otherwise, don’t even think about boarding."

Hearing his immediate response, Sandra was stunned for a moment, staring at her phone in disbelief.

Why did he agree so quickly?

Could this be a trap?

"And I’ve already stationed people at all airports. If you dare show up anywhere else, they’ll capture you and bring you back immediately. You know very well I have the power to do that."

"You—"

Before Sandra could finish, Quennel had already hung up.

Daring to give me orders in that tone while asking for cooperation? What a joke. Only I set the terms—no one else.

"How did it go? Did you reach an agreement?" Owen asked carefully from the side.

"He said he’ll send someone to pick us up right away, but on the condition that I hand over all the evidence I have."

Sandra gripped her phone tightly, a vague sense of unease growing inside her. Something felt off, but she couldn’t pinpoint what.

Once he confirmed their authenticity, his response came through: "Bring them back."

"Yes, sir!" The man hung up and boarded the plane. "Mr. Rosenberg said we can take you back now."

Hearing this, the two finally let out a sigh of relief.

But just as they fastened their seatbelts, Sandra suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Back? What do you mean? Didn’t you agree to take us to Mixa?"

"Yeah! Where are you taking us?" Owen struggled, only to find that the seatbelts were locked—there was no way to unbuckle them.