Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1192

“Is this how you play the good girl to hook up with Wilbur?”

The voice actually belonged to Felix Quigley.

Claire's perfectly good mood plummeted. She had zero patience to argue with an idiot and just wanted to break free. But the harder she struggled, the tighter Felix gripped her.

His fingers dug painfully into her wrist.

Furious, Claire simply raised her leg and kicked him.

She was wearing stilettos, kicking with real force, and thanks to her recent action movie roles, she actually knew how to throw a hit. A few sharp kicks later, Felix couldn't take it. Her final strike was aimed mercilessly below the belt. He barely dodged it in time.

Felix released her, his expression twisting into something ugly.

“Don't forget to take your meds next time you leave the house! Saves everyone from your psycho episodes!” Claire snapped, rubbing her reddened wrist.

“What exactly is going on between you and Wilbur?” Felix demanded, gritting his teeth against the pain. He only cared about that one answer.

“Whatever is going on between us is none of your damn business.” Claire didn't want to waste another second on him. She turned to leave.

Felix threw his arm out to block her path. “You're insisting on this divorce because of him, aren't you?”

Here we go again.

“Believe whatever you want.”

She genuinely didn't have the energy for his drama. There was simply no reasoning with him.

“What can he possibly give you? Stop falling for his smooth talking! Claire, I'm doing this for your own good. Wilbur isn't who you think he is—”

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