My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 802

Lionel slowly rose to his feet, looking down at him with a gaze thick with loathing and disgust. Seeing Lionel remain silent, a knot of panic tightened in Marcus Hale’s chest. “Lionel, what is the meaning of this? You promised! You said you’d let me go after I told you everything! Are you going back on your word?” Marcus shot up from his seat in a sudden rage, his face contorting as he glared at Lionel. “Lionel, you… you’re not going to let me go, are you? Fine, I’m calling Quennel right now!” As Marcus fumbled for his phone to make the call, he knew he was technically breaking his contract, but he felt he had no choice. He had been backed into a corner. Before he could dial, Lionel’s assistant lunged forward, snatched the phone, and slammed it onto the floor. The screen shattered, going dark instantly. Marcus stared at the broken phone for a few seconds, his fingers trembling with rage. He pointed a shaking finger at the assistant. “What are you doing? Lionel, you… you think smashing my phone will stop Quennel from finding out? The news of my car accident will get out. It won’t take him long to figure out you were behind it!” Marcus couldn't believe Lionel was so dishonorable. He had truly thought that telling him everything would guarantee his own safety. “So what if he knows?” Lionel’s response was utterly dismissive of Marcus's confident threat. “You and Quennel did this to Hannah. The moment I tell her, do you really think Quennel will have time to deal with me?” Lionel couldn't believe it. He and Hannah weren't even divorced yet, and Quennel was already so desperate that he had hired a hypnotist to tamper with Hannah’s memories. The thought made Lionel pause. He frowned, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Marcus. “The hypnosis you performed on Hannah… was it successful?” “Of course it was! Who do you think I am? When I take on a job, it gets done, and it gets done right!” Despite his fury toward Lionel, the question touched on his professional pride, and he answered with an arrogant certainty. “I am one of the top master hypnotists in the country. The rich and powerful line up for my services. If it weren’t for a recommendation, Quennel wouldn’t have even been qualified to meet me.” Seeing his smug confidence, Lionel’s frown deepened. A doubt began to form in his mind. “Are you sure it was successful? Hannah has really been hypnotized to believe she’s in love with Quennel?” Lionel couldn’t help but rephrase the question. “Lionel, I’m telling you, you can question anything else about me, but you do not question my ability, do you hear me? I’m far more skilled than you can possibly imagine!” Being questioned repeatedly by Lionel, who was clearly filled with doubt, began to wear on Marcus’s patience. He let out a furious growl. “I’m telling you, if you weren’t pulling strings behind the scenes, do you think you’d ever have the chance to even meet me with your credentials?” “Are you really…” “Yes, I’m sure! I’m sure! I am absolutely sure! What is your problem? You intentionally crash into my car, and now you’re questioning my competence? I’m telling you, you’d better kill me right now, because otherwise, the first thing I’m doing when I get out of here is suing you for attempted murder!”