The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Seeing Harvey

Chapter 358 Seeing Harvey

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In Jexburgh, the four dominant law firms all bowed, sooner or later, to the Windore banner. People liked to joke that if one crossed the Windores, one’s future would be a never–ending parade of lawsuits.

“He won’t find out,” Laura snapped.

The manager shifted from foot to foot, still looking cornered. “But…”

“But what?” she barked.

“Mr. Windore instructed us explicitly. From today on, we’re not allowed to arrange male models for you,” the manager confessed.

Laura nearly choked on her own breath. Weston is completely overbearing. We’re only a contract couple, yet he dares to control whether I hire a model?

“I only want to talk to Harvey–I’m not booking him,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Please, Ms. Wentworth, show mercy. If you meet him, Mr. Windore will gut this club,” the manager begged.

Just then, a commotion erupted from a nearby VIP lounge. Glass clinked, chairs scraped, and the heavy door swung open with a bang that echoed through the marble hallway.

“I’m not for sale! I’m only here to pour drinks!” a male voice protested from inside.

“If you’re not for sale, why sign up as a model? I’m having you tonight–money’s no object. Drag him over here!” a woman shouted.

Out of the neon–washed corridor, a young man burst into view, sprinting straight for Laura. Two burly men and a high–heeled woman thundered after him, their footsteps hard enough to rattle the marble.

Laura blinked. The runner was none other than Harvey, the very man she had come here to find.

“Harvey!” Laura called out, her voice cutting through the club’s pounding bass like a flare over dark water.

Harvey skidded to a stop the instant he heard her, sneakers squealing against polished stone. Panic still quivered across his boyish features, as though the danger nipped at his heels.

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“Don’t be afraid!” Laura surged forward in a single arrow–swift stride, planting herself between Harvey and the pursuers.

“I chose him tonight,” the woman hissed, lacquered nails glinting as she waved Laura away. “Step aside while you still can.”

Laura snorted and turned to the nearby manager. “Since when does this club allow transactions against the employee’s will?”

The manager offered a strained smile. “If both parties are, ah, consenting, the club doesn’t interfere.”

“Does he look the least bit consenting to you?” Laura shot back, one brow arched to a dagger’s point.

“If he won’t cooperate, I’ll make sure he can’t find another job in Jexburgh starting tomorrow,” the woman snarled. “I’m the eldest daughter of the Farnell family.”

The Farnell family? So that’s her trump card–waving pedigree like a club. Cute.

“Funny, he’s a friend of mine,” Laura said, her tone suddenly light. “And my boyfriend is Weston Windore of the Windore family. Are you absolutely sure you want to take something from my table tonight?”

A flicker of doubt shattered the woman’s bravado; her painted smile slipped.

Weston Windore–within Jexburgh’s rarefied circles, few names carried heavier gravitas.

“You’re Weston Windore’s girlfriend?” she asked, uncertainty thinning her voice.

“That’s right. Should I ring him now, tell him you’re bothering my friend?” Laura dangled her phone between two fingers.

“So you’re friends with a pretty–boy model? Weston will punish you, not me,” the woman scoffed.

Laura shrugged. “Weston already knows Harvey. Met him, actually. How about I call and we see who gets burned?”

The woman glared, weighing pride against prudence. Harvey was hardly worth a head–on collision with Weston.

“Forget it!” she snapped and stalked off, her two lackeys scrambling after her heels.

Laura turned back to Harvey, her expression softening. “You all right?”

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The panic finally drained from Harvey’s face, leaving him merely breathless. “Thanks, really.”

“Do you have a moment? I’d like to take you out,” Laura said. After years apart, words had piled up inside her.

Harvey stiffened. In club parlance, “taking out” usually translated to a bed before dawn.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Laura laughed. “Relax. It’s just a late–night bite, nothing more.”

She tossed the manager a glance. “I’m signing Harvey out for the night.”

Color drained from the manager’s face. “B–But…”

Laura ignored him, took Harvey’s hand, and strode out of the club without a backward glance.

The manager ground his teeth, then yanked out his phone.

It’s better to let Mr. Windore know.

Laura slid behind the wheel, the dashboard lights tinting her profile cobalt. “So,” she said in a low, easy drawl, “what are you craving for a midnight snack?”

Colin shifted in the passenger seat, rubbing his palms over his jeans. “Uh… whatever’s fine. Anything, really.”

Laura tapped the steering wheel like a drummer finding the groove. “You know, I’m craving pasta. How about pasta?”

“Sure,” he answered.

The car glided through half–sleeping streets until neon faded into a dim storefront.

She parked outside a small pasta shop whose washed–out sign whispered of decades gone by.

Harvey’s gaze locked on the crooked doorway, and a flicker of recognition cut through his

eyes.

God–this is the place we used to come together back then.

They chose a scarred wooden booth. The owner shuffled over with a laminated menu.

Laura ordered two plates of the house special and waited until the woman left before turning to Colin. “Does that happen to you a lot at the club?”

Harvey blinked, realizing she meant the chaos at the club. “Honestly… that was my first. I

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haven’t been on the job long,” he muttered.