My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 709

Terrified, she had immediately called Lionel.

“The police haven’t even sent a notice yet, so what are you panicking about? Besides, the compensation won’t be millions. At most, it’ll be a few hundred thousand. I can afford that!”

Lionel roared back, kicking the coffee table in a fit of rage.

“Stop calling me! As soon as the notice arrives, I will transfer the money to the police department, and they will ensure you receive it!”

After saying this, a thought occurred to him, and he added, “And let me be clear. Whatever amount the police determine is what you get. If you’re not satisfied, take it up with them.”

“If you try to use this to extort me, I can and will sue you for blackmail! You’d better think carefully about that!”

Lionel knew Mrs. Edith Woods wouldn’t pass up a golden opportunity to squeeze him for more money.

If the official compensation amount was too low for her liking, she would definitely make a scene.

He had to make it clear that he knew the Woods family was trying to exploit this situation for a huge payday. He wasn't blind to their intentions.

Mrs. Edith Woods was about to say more, but before she could get a word out, Lionel furiously hung up on her.

“Who does he think he is, yelling at me? He’s the one who broke the law, and he has the audacity to shout at me!”

Mrs. Edith Woods seethed, phone in hand, and immediately tried to call him back.

This time, however, she realized he had blocked her number.

“Oh, so you dare to block me? I’m going to the police right now and demand justice! You shameless bastard, let’s see if the police can’t handle you!”

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After hanging up, Lionel switched his phone off in frustration.

He didn't want to receive any more calls or see any more news online.

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On the way home, Quennel instructed his subordinates to keep the negative stories trending, to dredge up Lionel’s past mistakes and put them on full display.

He wanted to make sure Lionel and Sandra became public pariahs, hated by all.

“Do you think Lionel will show up tonight?” Mrs. Mary Rosenberg asked from the seat beside him.

Quennel put down his phone. “He will. Lionel knows better than anyone how dangerous it is to be cut off from the Rosenberg family.”

The purpose of flooding the internet with negative press and rehashing old scandals was to make sure the elders saw it all, lest they forget just how many foolish things Lionel had done.

“It was you today, calling him for no reason,” Mrs. Mary Rosenberg said, a hint of reprimand in her voice.

“I regret it now,” Quennel said, his eyes half-closed as he stared out the window.