My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 587

Her parents worked in a branch of the family company, and their climb up the corporate ladder was a struggle.

They had sent her to live with her grandparents, hoping she could charm them into providing some resources to help their careers.

But her parents had spoiled her too much, and she was incapable of fawning over the elderly.

As a result, her grandparents had offered very little help over the years.

But now, things were different. If she could help Hannah, her grandparents would surely see that she was useful.

Maybe they would show her a little favor and pass some resources on to her parents. And besides, she genuinely loved this kind of thing.

“Since you’re so willing to help me, I’ll leave it in your hands. I’m just too busy, with a mountain of things waiting for me. If Lionel keeps harassing me, it will seriously affect my work.”

Hannah let out a long sigh, her expression a mix of reluctance and resignation.

When Cherry heard Hannah was really entrusting this to her, she was filled with joy. She shot up from her seat and gave Hannah a respectful bow.

“Don’t worry, Hannah. If that man dares to bother you again, I’ll make him wish he hadn’t!”

“Alright then, it’s all yours. I need to go upstairs and get some work done.”

“Okay!”

Cherry was thrilled at the prospect of taking down a scumbag. She was already messaging her contacts in the media and a few social media influencers, telling them to be on standby. The moment something happened, she would let them know so they could come and help.

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If he was going to imprison her, the safest place was the abandoned underground prison from before.

Locking her up anywhere else was risky. What if Sandra found a way to escape? That would ruin everything.

He had gone to great lengths to find her so she could act as his witness, but things hadn’t gone according to plan.

But just because she wasn't useful at the moment didn't mean he could just let her go.

Who knew? She might be useful again in the future.

When Sandra’s blindfold was removed, she found herself in a familiar room stained with blood, the air thick with its metallic scent. She instinctively stumbled back, staring at Lionel in terror.

“Are you insane? Why did you bring me back here? What are you doing? I told you I’d be your strategist, that I’d help you! Why?”