The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457 The Storm

Chapter 457 The Storm

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“Small family?” Julius‘ voice was cool enough to frost glass. “The Bridger clan of Yarburn, Azania, is a house of standing. Tell me–do you Celosians look down on Azania now?”

The branch cousin who had spoken reddened. “A pretty boy like you has no right to speak here!”

Rowan stepped forward calmly. “This pretty boy is Mr. Julius Whitethorn, head of Whitethorn Group. Does that sound like a mere pretty face to you?”

A collective gasp rippled through the hall; even Jacqueline’s expression collapsed into stunned disbelief.

“Whitethorn Group?” The name hung in the air like a struck bell.

Only weeks ago, the patriarch himself had flown to Azania, cap in hand, hoping to secure a partnership with that very conglomerate.

And yet the handsome, glacial man standing before them was Julius Whitethorn in the flesh.

“Impossible.” Jacqueline’s voice cracked on the word, her eyes wide enough to mirror the chandelier’s flames.

Quinn moved to Julius‘ side, her dress whispering across the marble. “Mr. Whitethorn is my boyfriend,” she stated, clear and steady. “He came today to celebrate my acknowledgment, though it seems certain people have misunderstood.”

Boyfriend?

Faces froze, jaws slack–a tableau of sheer bewilderment.

They had labeled Quinn an unremarkable woman, divorced, of modest origin. Now they discovered she was dating the Whitethorn Group leader. The revelation upended every quiet. calculation made before dessert.

All eyes swung to Julius, hungry for a reaction, as though the verdict of the night rested on his next breath.

Even Quinn was nervous.

The past few days had felt like old times, easy banter and lingering glances, yet she still had no idea whether they were truly together again.

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If he denies it here, I’m finished. I’ll shut him up the only way I can–by kissing him right in front of them all.

Julius turned his head with deliberate slowness and let his gaze settle on Quinn, who stood so close he could feel the brush of her breath against his check. Her eyes–midnight–dark, long- lashed, shaped like a phoenix’s wing–seemed as calm as glass over deep water, yet he could not tell whether storms thrashed beneath the surface. In that suspended beat, Quinn realized she could not begin to guess what thoughts prowled behind his composed façade.

“Have you truly made up your mind, Quinn? Is this–our future–what you want?” Julius murmured, his voice no louder than the clink of crystal. “If the answer is yes, understand there will be no turning back.”

Because I will never again allow you to slip from my grasp. Leave once more, and no corner of the world will hide you from me.

“I decided long ago, and you know it,” Quinn shot back, chin tilted. “I don’t do regrets, so I need no escape clause–unless you…

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Her words dissolved as his mouth claimed hers, a fierce, possessive kiss that swallowed the rest of the sentence and every startled gasp around them. “Since you feel no regret, there is no unless.”

The brazen kiss, delivered beneath chandeliers and a hundred widening eyes, proclaimed their bond more clearly than any official announcement.

Everett and Rowan exchanged identical frowns–the resigned look of men who had just watched their beloved sister and cousin taken by another man.

Yes, the man in question was obscenely wealthy, flawlessly sculpted, and obedient to Quinn, yet the spectacle still grated on their nerves. Worse, he seemed perfectly happy to feast in full view of polite society.

All around the hall, shock melted into swift calculation. It dawned on the guests that Quinn was not only the Fane family’s cherished princess; she was the inevitable future matriarch of the Whitethorn dynasty.

When the moment came to choose allegiances, the correct direction had just flashed in blazing neon.

Jacqueline trembled so violently that her diamond bracelet rattled. If Julius was truly responsible for her earlier disgrace–the public humiliation and that vicious kick–then every bruise amounted to nothing but wasted pain.

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Jacqueline hissed, whipping toward Jade with eyes sharp

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