The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670 Turning Point

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Bowen blinked, stunned. Could this man have been sent by the father he had never met?

He recalled how, drunk and grieving, his mother once muttered that the man who left her pregnant was powerful, but loathed her to the bone.

“All right,” Bowen said at last. “I’ll go with you.”

Leaving this place was another roll of the dice, but staying meant certain misery. He was tired of being a target–too weak to defend even the people he loved. If there was the slightest chance for wealth or power, he would seize it, if only to shield those he cared for.

The man nodded once, crisp and businesslike, then gestured toward a sleek black sedan idling at the curb.

“One more thing,” Bowen said, pointing to Dawn. “Please see that she gets safely back to Mr. Arnold, the wealthy merchant who looks after her.”

“Of course.” The man lifted a finger, issuing orders with the ease of habit. “Do exactly as Mr. Bowen requests.”

“Yes, sir!” the guards answered in unison, already moving.

Dawn looked up at Bowen, eyes shimmering. “Where will you go?”

“To Hexton, I suppose,” Bowen said. “I’ll come back for you someday, so promise you won’t forget me.”

“I could never forget you,” she whispered. “And if you don’t come, then when I’m grown, I’ll go

in Hexton myself.” find you

“Deal,” he murmured, squeezing her hand as though trying to press his heartbeat into her palm.

A moment later, he released her.

This time, the letting go was not an escape but a promise carved into the future.

He vowed that when they met again, no one would ever push him around. He would grow stronger–stronger than anyone.

Megan paced the cramped apartment, fury sparking with every step. “For heaven’s sake, the police have issued a warrant! Just how much did Edmund Arnold pay them off?”

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Angela’s voice trembled despite her attempt at calm. “What do we do now? They’ll trace the warrant to me any minute.”

Angela’s own name glared from the warrant. Yet she refused to regret standing beside Megan; loyalty was worth any price.

After all, without Megan’s rescue, Angela might already have been abused to death.

Besides, Quinn–the coma patient they were accused of harming–had finally opened her eyes. With Quinn awake, the charge of murdering a helpless woman no longer held water.

Quinn sat upright, strength flickering in her frost–pale eyes. “Wait a little longer. Once my men arrive, we’ll be safe.”

A night of rest had reclaimed fragments of her voice; though still husky, her words no longer broke apart.

Fabian had pledged to reach Kandria within forty–eight hours, and Quinn trusted his word like gospel.

She had also called the Ministry of Defense and the Fane family, launching emergency flares across every possible sky.

The Ministry first needed to verify the encrypted credentials she transmitted before acknowledging her identity. Meanwhile, her uncle and Rowan had wept over the line, grief and relief tangling together.

“Thank heaven, you’re alive, Quinn! I didn’t lose you. How could I face your otherwise?”

For a man as decisive as Everett, his sobs were shattering to hear.

mother

Rowan, terse as ever, promised to fly to Kandria at once and escort her home.

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Whether Fabian or Rowan arrived first mattered little. The moment one of them stepped through the door, she would be safe—then she would find her daughter.

Her Dawn.

Inside the Whitethorn residence’s reception room, polished mahogany and cold marble reflected every hesitant breath.

Raina leaned forward, layering sweetness over every word, intent on proving herself the perfect, docile daughter Julius required.

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