The Divorce Papers Tasted Like Revenge (Tracy and Chandler) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 How to Thank Me

After she finished, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the police station. It was already 10:30, and she wondered if it would be hard to get a taxi.

As she was walking, phone in hand, trying to book a ride, Tracy saw Sean’s car parked at the entrance.

She was shocked he had actually come here to pick her up. He really saw things through to the end. Sean really was a good person.

She paused for a second, quickly put her phone way, and jogged over. She opened the passenger door and slid in.

As Tracy fastened her seatbelt, she thanked him. “Sean, thank you so much for today. If it weren’t for you, I never would have been able to let off all that steam.”

Yvonne had been acting high and mighty, relying on the Xanders’ favor, and couldn’t stand the sight of her. Today’s events were a good lesson for her.

Whether Jared believed Yvonne’s nonsense or not, this had at least served as a warning to her. That was enough.

After all, a game is more thrilling when played slowly. Crushing Yvonne all at once would be letting her off too easy.

She wanted Yvonne to watch helplessly as everything she had stolen was lost, bit by bit. She would let that mother-daughter duo have a taste of what it felt like to lose everything and be abandoned.

And as for Quincy, today had served as a solid lesson. The next time she got sent in, it wouldn’t be a simple formality. It would be for a conviction.

No matter how long it took or how difficult the path, she would pursue this to the very end to make sure Quincy was locked up.

Her uncle was gone, but she would make sure his name was cleared.

When that day came, she would make Quincy repent at her uncle’s grave. She would make sure she rotted in prison.

Sean was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up high, revealing his strong forearms. His hand rested on the steering wheel. The dim yellow glow of the streetlights outside washed over his profile, casting a faint golden halo.

He turned his head to look at Tracy, his expression less sharp than usual, softened with a hint of warmth. “How do you plan to thank me?”

Tracy’s hand paused on the seatbelt buckle. She looked up, her eyes meeting his.

Her mind went blank. She stared at him, bewildered, a flicker of guilt in her eyes.

How should I thank him?

She realized she had never even considered the question. But she couldn’t admit that; it would seem too ungrateful.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify