No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 644

A pedestrian shopping street in downtown Capital City.

Darleen strolled leisurely arm-in-arm with Claudia, browsing the shops that lined the street.

"Claudia, there were too many people last night, so we didn't get a chance to really talk," Darleen said. "How about we check out a trendy new restaurant for lunch?"

Claudia had nothing else planned for the day, so she readily agreed. "My treat."

Perfect. There were a few things she wanted to ask Darleen, too.

"Ramona?"

Darleen's sharp eyes spotted Ramona and several others making a beeline for a beauty salon.

It suddenly clicked for Darleen that the salon owned by Ann's aunt was on this very street.

Instantly energized, she grabbed Claudia's arm. "Claudia, there's gonna be a show! Come on, let's follow them!"

Completely bewildered, Claudia let herself be dragged across the street.

At the entrance of the Salon, Darleen tried to poke her head inside, but Claudia quickly pulled her back.

The two found a place to hide and peeked in, ready to watch.

It was just after ten in the morning, but the salon was already bustling with clients.

Ramona, her mother Mrs. Quinn, and two or three of Mrs. Quinn's friends—a group of four or five in total—stormed into the salon.

Ann, who had just been released from custody, was helping out at the salon at her aunt's request.

Seeing Mrs. Quinn and her entourage burst in, Ann guiltily retreated behind the reception desk.

The staff and a few clients saw the commotion and gathered to watch.

"Mrs. Quinn," Ann said, "what is the meaning of this? Bringing so many people here?"

Mrs. Quinn didn't mince her words. "Don't think that just because your aunt is pregnant with my husband's child, she can turn from a nobody into royalty!"

Ann glanced around nervously.

Hiding behind a curtain, Claudia couldn't help but frown.

Ramona snatched the calculator from the counter and hurled it at Ann's head. "You're just like your aunt, both of you are trash!"

Ann ducked, avoiding the calculator, but didn't dare to fight back.

Mrs. Quinn pointed at Ann. "You offended Mr. Ferguson and got sent to jail twice. If your aunt hadn't slept with my husband, do you think he would have secretly pulled strings to get you out?"

Humiliated and furious, Ann vehemently denied it. "Mrs. Quinn! Miss Quinn! You have no evidence! How can you slander me like this?!"

She knew that as soon as her aunt gave birth, Hamlin would immediately divorce his wife and marry her aunt.

Then her aunt would be the matriarch of the Quinn family, and she would benefit from the connection.

Once they had power and status, who would dare gossip about how they got there?

With so many clients and employees watching, and with Mrs. Quinn having no concrete proof, she had to deny everything.

Two women beside Mrs. Quinn rolled up their sleeves. "Why waste words on this tramp? If she won't tell us where that slut Selene is hiding, we'll just slap her until she does!"

Without another word, the two women rushed behind the counter. One grabbed Ann by the hair, the other by her collar, and they dragged her out into the open.