The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 607

"When have I ever needed you to pay my bill? " Weston asked, his tone knife-sharp, devoid of courtesy.

To Zachary, the rebuke felt like a humiliating slap he dared not acknowledge.

After all, he was Weston Windore, Jexburgh's legendary barrister. He was not a man anyone in their elite circle could afford to provoke.

"Weston... please, let me take Harvey away," Laura whispered, clawing at the cuff of his tailored trousers while forcing her head up.

If he intervened, she could get the boy out.

"Still causing trouble in front of Mr. Windore!" Kingston barked, channeling his humiliated fury into a boot aimed at Laura's outstretched arm. The sole hovered, ready to crush bone.

But before it landed, Weston's bodyguard moved—silent lightning—and slammed Zachary face-first to the carpet.

Weston planted his own polished shoe on Kingston's forearm, pinning the man like an insect on velvet.

Kingston screamed, sweat bursting across his brow. "M-Mr. Windore—what are you doing?"

Weston looked down, expression carved from stone. "I haven't given any orders. Who told you to raise your hand?"

Color drained from Kingston's face until it matched the marble under his cheek.

Hope flickered in Laura's chest. Maybe Weston was willing to help.

"Weston, you—" she began, but the words faltered.

Weston's gaze settled on her, cold and distant, as though a dark mist lay between them; there was no softness in it, no recognition.

"Laura Wentworth, weren't you eager to sever every tie and treat me like a stranger? Why beg me now?"

The question sucked the heat from the room; Laura's lungs seized as though she had inhaled frost.

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