My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 803

“Then I’ll hypnotize you and show you just how powerful I am! I told you I’m sure, I’m sure, and you still keep doubting me!” Marcus was so enraged he stomped his foot, jabbing a finger at Lionel, his face flushed with fury. Lionel had confirmed it several times, and each time, Marcus insisted he had succeeded. But it was all so strange. “What exactly is the memory you implanted? That Hannah has always loved Quennel and has always hated me?” Seeing that Lionel was no longer doubting him but asking for details, Marcus’s anger subsided slightly. “The new memory is that Quennel helped her in the past, but you stole the credit. Then, she went into the wrong room by mistake and ended up sleeping with you, which ruined your chances of marrying Sandra. Because of that, you’ve despised her ever since.” Quennel had laid out the entire narrative for him beforehand. Because it was an implanted story, it was somewhat unstable, but that didn’t matter. As long as Hannah didn't actively dwell on it and no one around her brought up the past, there wouldn't be any issues. After all, a fabrication, no matter how well-crafted, will always have its flaws. But Quennel knew this, which was why he planned to take Hannah to a place where no one knew them, so her memories wouldn't be stimulated. “So now Hannah hates me even more than before, because I stole Quennel’s credit, married her, and then cheated on her while being emotionally abusive, is that right?” Hearing Lionel repeat the same boring details, Marcus couldn’t understand why he kept asking the same questions over and over. After a moment of thought, Lionel couldn’t resist asking another question. “Mr. Hale, have you ever failed before? For instance, you thought you changed someone’s memory, but they were just pretending it had worked?” “What?” Hearing this, Marcus looked at him with a bewildered expression. In three quick strides, he was in front of Lionel, his hands grabbing the man’s collar as he stared in disbelief. “What is that supposed to mean, Lionel? Are you trying to say I failed this time? What proof do you have? Did you contact Hannah? Did she tell you her memory wasn’t changed?” “You’re an amateur! Don’t think you’re so great just because you managed to kidnap me. I’ve been in this profession for decades, and I have never, ever failed!” Lionel ripped his hands away and gave his assistant a sharp look. The assistant immediately understood and moved to escort Marcus away. “What are you doing? Let me go right now, and I can forget this ever happened! Otherwise, I’m going straight to Quennel, and I’ll have him destroy you, you hear me? Let me go now!” But no matter how much he shouted, it was useless. Lionel completely ignored him. He sat down on the nearby sofa and fell into deep thought. If this man wasn’t lying, if the hypnosis had truly been successful, then why would Hannah—in the midst of supposedly hating him so intensely—call him and ask him to investigate this very matter? Something was wrong. Very wrong.