The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 Unspoken Claims

Harlan snorted. “The Ingram and Windore families may not swim in money like yours, but sixty million is hardly beyond us,”

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“How unfortunate,” Julius murmured, eyes on the passing lights. “I never intended another man to cover what I spend on my girlfriend.”

“Quinnie is not your girlfriend,” Harlan shot back, anger flaring, “You two already broke up.”

“I never said we were over,” Julius corrected, voice unhurried. “We’re merely taking a brief step apart.”

Their eyes collided in the rear–view mirror, sparks firing until the temperature inside felt several degrees. hotter.

The chauffeur clutched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened.

If these two titans chose to brawl, he doubted even Doria’s laws could contain the fallout.

Yet in front, Quinn never turned. Head bowed, she drifted deeper into her private storm.

By the time they rolled up to a high–end waterfront restaurant, the driver’s palms were slick with sweat. The trio stepped inside and claimed a private dining suite bathed in amber lamplight.

Once the waiter departed with their order, Julius folded his hands. “You want surveillance footage,” he asked Quinn. “Did something new turn up?”

Quinn didn’t hedge. She inhaled, her shoulders squaring, and let the words spill. “At Regal Ace Casino, I spotted a man who looked unnervingly like Caleb. He saw me, yet showed no flicker of recognition. I hurried after him, only to be blocked by casino security.”

Julius’s face drained of color; the fork in his hand stilled mid–air as though frozen. “You actually saw a man who looks like your brother?”

The question rattled from him, his voice trembling so hard the syllables nearly fractured.

Quinn dipped her chin, a short, decisive motion. Were she judging by features alone, she would have sworn it was Caleb. Yet the man’s tailored silk suit and the blank, unfamiliar stare had seeded doubt in her chest.

A new tension coiled inside Julius, tighter than anything Quinn felt. Every second until Fabian delivered the surveillance footage stretched like a wire about to snap. He understood better than anyone: if Caleb were still breathing somewhere, there might yet be a path back to Quinn’s forgiveness. But if Caleb were truly gone, that door would slam forever shut on him.

Quinn skimmed her fork across the plate, lifting mashed potato to her lips while the untouched vegetables cooled beside it.

Harlan leaned over, concern softening his usual swagger, and placed some steak on her plate. “Quinnie, no matter what’s happening, you can’t live on potatoes alone. Have some protein.”

Quinn exhaled, the sound halfway between a sigh and a groan. “I know. I’m just not in the right headspace

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to savor anything.”

Questions crowded her mind–possibilities, fears, wild theories–until it felt the very marrow of her skull might burst.

“Whether that was Rowan or not, I’m staying with you–step for step–until we find him,” Harlan said, each word hammered into place with solemn intent.

“But you have work…” she began, guilt threading through her fatigue.

“Quinnie, have you really forgotten? I once told you that if you were ever in real trouble I’d walk through blades and fire for you. Compared to that, tracking down Rowan is nothing. If it comes to it, I’d stake my life on this.”

Quinn stared at him, stunned. Back when she’d seen Harlan only as a comrade–in–arms, those promises had felt like brotherly zeal; now they brushed the edge of something deeper, unfamiliar.

Across the table, Julius pressed his lips into a bloodless line, knuckles whitening around his fork until veins crawled up his hand.

The fork splintered just short of breaking when Julius‘ phone vibrated.

Fabian’s name glowed on the screen.

“Mr. Whitethorn, I’ve secured the surveillance Ms. Bridger requested. Sending it now,” Fabian reported, A moment later, several video files slid into Julius’s inbox.

Quinn’s eyes snapped to him. “Is that the footage?” she asked, tension coiling with hope.

“It is. Take a look and see if it’s what you need.” With a swift motion, Julius forwarded the files to her phone.

Quinn opened the first clip, her posture locking rigid as her gaze welded to the tiny figure that so resembled her brother.

The recordings showed the man entering a lift, exiting on a higher floor, then striding to the curb where a gray van waited. The camera caught the license plate in crisp detail, each digit clear as daylight.

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