My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 608

After all, they never expected that a failed negotiation would escalate into a physical assault.

Hannah, however, remained remarkably calm. Lionel had deceived them and wasted their time with so much nonsense; there was no way his crew would have let him leave unscathed.

A fight was inevitable. The only question was, how bad would it be?

Cherry, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. “A fight! A fight! Let them go at it! I hope they beat him to a pulp. Then he won’t be able to bother you anymore, Hannah. Just let them have at him!”

Samuel watched Cherry, who was clearly enjoying the drama, and couldn't help but sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What are you sighing for? Am I wrong? Or do you not want them to fight?”

Cherry turned to glare at Samuel. “Of course they have to fight. Then, Hannah, you can go to the hospital, tear into him, and demand to know why he took matters into his own hands. You can tell him that because of him, you lost your chance to get information about your mother. Yell at him, tell him it's all his fault!”

The moment Cherry finished, both Samuel and Hannah fell silent. Neither of them had realized she had such a devious plan up her sleeve.

After a few seconds of processing Cherry's words, Hannah realized she had a brilliant point.

“You’re right. And he probably won't admit that he got the information from you. Even if he does, you can just deny it until you're blue in the face.”

Hannah analyzed the situation carefully. “That way, I can still hold him accountable. I can claim he found out about the meeting from some unknown source, went in my place without my permission, and ruined my plan. Perfect, absolutely perfect!”

The recording continued to play, filled with the relentless sounds of a brutal beating that showed no signs of stopping. It was clear the fight on the other end was vicious.

After about ten more minutes, the noise finally died down, and even the men's voices faded. It seemed to be over.

Once they confirmed the silence, they stopped listening. There was nothing more to hear.

They hadn't gotten a single piece of information, just an audio recording of a beatdown. It felt like a waste. They had hoped sending Lionel would yield at least some news about her mother, but it turned out he was utterly useless.

“I should have been more specific and told him to get the information about my aunt first before starting anything,” Cherry said with a hint of regret. “He didn't get a single clue before he started throwing punches.”