The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 633

Chapter 633 Quinn Is Hot On His Tail

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Silence fell between them. Julius knew all too well–the Shadow Guards bowed to the ring alone.

If Quinn understood their protocols, she had either heard it from Gavin or had caught every confession he murmured beside her sleeping form.

She had not truly been unconscious back then.

A veteran of Falcon missions, her body resisted sedatives the way steel shrugs off rain.

His plan had banked on hours; she had risen in minutes, shredding his timetable.

Yet even knowing her tolerance, he had dosed her lightly. He could not risk harming her—or the child they had yet to meet.

He drew a steadying breath. “How many people went with her?”

Fabian cleared his throat. “Only Dr. Huxley and a few Shadow Guards. Oh, and two of her former teammates arrived to escort her.”

Julius‘ eyes narrowed, calculation igniting behind the calm. Are they from the Falcon Special Forces?

Fabian added, almost sheepish, “Mrs. Whitethorn left… aboard a helicopter.”

Shock rippled through Julius; his grip on the phone slackened, then tightened again. “What?”

A helicopter? She left by helicopter?

If she commanded an aircraft, she likely knew his destination as well.

Snapping the phone shut, Julius leaned toward the driver. “Faster. We have to reach Yarburn before she does.”

At the very least, he had to face his father before Quinn arrived.

Maybe just maybe–he could finish this turmoil before she stepped onto the scene.

The cabin vibrated with the engine’s deep growl. Across from him, Quinn sat upright, laptop balanced on one knee, eyes fixed on a digital map while her fingers calibrated a handheld

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He finally broke the silence. “Why not bring a few more of the Whitethorn Shadow Guards?”

After all, the helicopter still had empty seats–space enough for additional protection.

“Those Shadow Guards have never trained at my hip,” Quinn said, her words slicing clean through the thrum of the rotors. “Bring them along, and they might get in the way. On a battlefield, quality outranks quantity every single time.”

That caution felt twice as heavy tonight, because their quarry was Joaquin–a man whose mind ticked like a banker’s adding machine, always three sums ahead.

No one could guess how many contingencies he had buried or how many false trails he had

sown.

After all, he had slipped out of a maximum–security prison in Celosia, crossed half a continent to Jexburgh, and for days evaded both the Whitethorn family and the police. Whatever ace he carried, it was anything but ordinary.

“Then why bring me?” Gavin asked, leaning forward with the wary curiosity of a civilian who had just realized he’d boarded a freight train full of commandos.

He was, after all, a physician–not a fighter. Years in emergency rooms had sharpened his eyes and hands, but surgical dexterity could carry a man only so far once bullets started singing. Pitted against combat artists who greeted the sunrise with sparring drills, his best self–defense class barely counted as a warm–up.

“Because you’re a doctor,” Quinn replied, as if that settled the matter with the certainty of gravity. “If any of us got injured, you could help right away.”

“That’s… it?” Gavin muttered, the words half disbelief, half resignation.

“And I’m carrying a child,” she added, fingers moving with practiced calm as she snapped a compact drone together, piece after gleaming piece. “If I feel something wrong, I’ll need a professional within arm’s reach.”

Gavin swallowed a protest. Yes, he held a medical license, but obstetrics had never appeared on his residency track. I’m about to become the world’s most terrified midwife.

“Relax,” Quinn said, one brow lifting in good–natured challenge. “We’ll shield you.”

“That’s right, Dr. Huxley,” Raymond called from the cockpit without turning his head. “Unless every one of us is face–down and bleeding out, nobody lays a finger on you.”

Gavin let out a long breath, his shoulders loosening a notch he hadn’t realized was locked. Maybe wearing a stethoscope did have its perks; if he weren’t a doctor, Quinn probably

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