The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 266

"It's dragged on long enough. I don't want to waste any more of your precious time," Jillian replied coldly.

"Then keep waiting," Killian fired back with equal steel.

Jillian furrowed her brow in pure frustration. "Wait for what exactly?"

"Until I confirm a certain suspicion."

"And what is that?"

Killian didn't bother answering; he simply terminated the call.

Jillian's blood boiled.

That was classic Killian—everything revolved entirely around his whims. He controlled the pace, the rules, and the endgame. Everyone else was just a pawn forced to wait in the dark, stripped of any agency.

Shoving down her fury, she aggressively typed out a text.

"Do me a favor and keep your family on a leash. Tell them to stop harassing my family because they have nothing better to do."

It was a shockingly vicious message.

Killian stared at the glowing insult on his screen. It was the absolute first time he had ever seen Jillian resort to swearing.

It was almost impossible to reconcile such ruthless vulgarity with the soft, endlessly patient woman she used to be.

A faint, inexplicable smirk tugged at the corner of Killian's mouth.

But knowing his family, there was only one person capable of triggering that level of rage: Natalie.

Natalie was undoubtedly obnoxious, but she was fundamentally incompetent and couldn't cause any real, lasting damage.

Deciding it wasn't worth his time, Killian tossed his phone onto his desk and left her on read.

Jillian waited for a few minutes, entirely unsurprised when the silence stretched on.

The entire Quincy bloodline was infected with the same cold, selfish arrogance; she hadn't genuinely expected him to step up and enforce any kind of justice anyway.

A few days later, however, Jillian found the perfect opportunity to strike back.

The Azure Table, a newly opened upscale fine-dining restaurant, was absolutely packed thanks to its prime location and aggressive marketing campaign.

The second Jillian and Mallory stepped into the private dining corridor, the grating sound of Sienna laughing with her wealthy socialite clique echoed down the hall.

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