The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 597

**Military 597**
**Chapter 597: Nothing To Do With Her**

Was that confession laced with guilt? Or perhaps it was regret? Maybe a mix of both? Regardless, it no longer concerned me.

With a determined lift of her chin, Laura shifted the conversation to a more pressing matter. “Let’s focus on the two lawsuits I plan to file.”

Graham nodded in agreement, producing a hefty folder accompanied by a sleek tablet. The atmosphere in the conference room transformed, filled with the soft hum of professional chatter as they delved into the intricacies of evidence, strategic maneuvers, and potential pitfalls that could derail their plans.

As the meeting progressed, Laura felt a sudden urge to step away. “Excuse me for a moment,” she said, her tone brisk as she slipped out of the room and made her way toward the elegantly appointed restroom, its marble surfaces gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

Once inside a stall, she barely had time to lock the door when a wave of raised voices washed over her, echoing off the pristine tiles. Two women stood just outside, oblivious to her presence, their secrets spilling forth with reckless abandon.

“Well, look at you,” the first woman scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “You actually managed to persuade your father to hire Weston Windore.”

“Dad does whatever I tell him,” the younger woman boasted, her voice brimming with a mix of pride and arrogance. “I told him I have what it takes to make Weston mine.”

“Make him yours?” The first woman let out a harsh laugh, incredulous. “You really think heartbreak makes him an easy target? Half the women in this city have tried their luck this week, and every single one of them left humiliated. He’s Weston Windore—the man who’s notoriously impervious to female charms.”

Even in the depths of heartache, he remained Weston Windore—the famously ascetic barrister who kept women at a distance, his disinterest an impenetrable shield. Few could breach the fortress he had built around himself.

“Oh, spare me the lecture,” the younger woman retorted, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “Why complicate things? I’m planning to give Weston a little…” Her words trailed off, shrouded in mystery.

From her concealed position, Laura strained to catch the final part of the conversation but was met with silence, a chill creeping down her spine.

“You can’t be serious!” the first woman hissed, disbelief evident in her tone. “Do you really think he’ll just let you walk away afterward?”

“They say he’s untouched,” the younger woman purred, her confidence unwavering. “Once I show him what he’s missing, he’ll be addicted to my body. Dad will clear the lounge. All he has to do is sip that wine… Soon, you’ll be calling me Mrs. Windore.”

She laughed, a smug sound that sparkled with self-satisfaction, reminiscent of a cat that had just licked the cream.

“Then I’ll congratulate you in advance,” the other woman responded, her voice thick with insincere flattery.

Their heels clicked away, the sound fading until the restroom was enveloped in a heavy silence.

Only then did Laura unlock the stall and step out, her heart racing beneath her composed facade.

What exactly was that young woman plotting for Weston?

Laura couldn’t shake the feeling that a man like Weston wouldn’t be easily swayed by mere seduction, and the other woman’s chilling insinuation hinted that whatever scheme was brewing might not evoke desire but rather Weston’s disdain—or worse, his fury.

Could it be…

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