The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 570

**TITLE: Military 570**
**Chapter 570: The Mastermind**

“Yes, sir. At this moment, we can only classify it as suspicion. The doctors still need to provide confirmation.”

Julius’ voice sharpened, slicing through the air with a chilling intensity. “I want you to investigate everyone Sylvia encountered before she made her way to Laura’s office—especially those linked to Joaquin.”

Fabian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Mr. Whitethorn, are you suggesting that your father might be involved in this?”

“Almost certainly,” Julius replied, his tone frigid, as if the very mention of the possibility sent a shiver down his spine.

Only someone with a mastermind’s grasp of psychological tactics would delve into the depths of hypnosis to this extent. Ordinary practitioners simply lacked the skill and finesse.

Anyone wealthy enough to engage such talent could have easily eliminated Laura without a second thought. Hypnosis was intricate and expensive—clearly orchestrated for a different target altogether.

This left one chilling realization: the true target was Quinn.

Julius’ gaze drifted to the bed where Quinn lay, fragile and still, enveloped in the pale sheets that contrasted starkly with her pallor.

“Understood,” Fabian replied, already retreating toward the door, his mind racing with the implications of Julius’s orders.

On the mattress, Quinn stirred, her consciousness flickering like a candle struggling against the wind.

Julius waved Fabian away, his concern for Quinn eclipsing all else as he bent closer to her. “Quinn, can you hear me? Are you awake?”

Quinn let out a soft, pained moan, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal the worried contours of Julius’ face. “Julius?” she murmured, her voice raspy and weak. In that fleeting moment, shards of memory pierced through the fog enveloping her mind—bright office lights, the piercing scream of Laura, the violent impact of her body colliding with a desk, and the warm, metallic rush of blood.

She recalled yanking Laura away from the corrosive acid, the sharp edge of the desk tearing into her skin, a vivid reminder of the chaos.

In a sudden surge of panic, Quinn lunged forward, gripping Julius’ sleeve tightly. Her knuckles turned white against the crisp fabric. “The baby! Please, tell me, how is our baby?” Her voice cracked under the weight of the terror she had been suppressing, desperation clawing at her throat.

Julius enveloped her trembling hands with his own, his touch a soothing balm. He lowered his voice to a tender whisper, as if trying to cradle her heart with his words. “The baby is fine, Quinn. Still right here with us, safe and sound.”

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**Chapter 570: The Mastermind**

Quinn’s heart raced with a mix of relief and anxiety.

Slowly, her palms drifted down to her flat abdomen. Nothing was visibly there yet, but the moment she envisioned that delicate life nestled within her, a wave of warmth pricked behind her eyes, and tears threatened to spill over.

“Thank goodness,” she whispered, her voice catching on a sob. “Our little one is still here… still here…” The phrase unraveled into a broken chant of relief, echoing in the stillness of the room.

Julius spoke with gentle authority, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of emotions swirling around them. “The doctor has instructed that you remain for observation. For the next few days, you need to stay in bed. No arguments.”

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