After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities -
Chapter 809
Chapter 809
Clare drove away from the Hipps Family, speeding down the road in his car. He ran countless red lights along the way, as if this was the only way to vent his frustration.
Just after hanging up the phone, Mollie heard a loud creaking sound outside her dormitory. She opened her apartment door in surprise and saw a black car parked steadily at her doorstep. A tall and imposing man stepped out of the car.
He wore a navy blue windbreaker over a dark shirt and walked towards her with big strides. Mollie's heart skipped a beat when she recognized him as Clare, commander-in-chief of Aettosa Exchange Program where she studied.
"Captain Clare... what are you doing here so late?" Mollie asked nervously.
Clare looked down at her with deep eyes that exuded an icy breath. "Mollie, surprised to see me?"
Mollie could feel his rough fingers gently caressing her soft cheeks as he spoke. She was about to say something but Clare suddenly lit up a cigarette and blew smoke into the air.
"I may never appear before you again," he said with an inscrutable expression on his face.
Mollie clenched her fists tightly in disbelief. "No! The Hipps Family's guilt will be washed away!"
Without another word, Clare pulled Mollie into her dormitory room and pressed against her body tightly while whispering into ear: "Why are you so naive?"
This time it was clear that someone wanted to use Clark's hand to get rid of Hipps Family for good reason? But who?
Clare's mind was in turmoil now; he couldn't think clearly anymore. He watched silently as Mollie struggled against him before finally releasing himself from their embrace. He took two steps back and gazed at Mollie from afar: "Goodbye Mollie."
"Clare..." Her heart sank as she bit down on lip trying not to cry or move forward towards him despite wanting nothing more than being close again.
Note: This translation is not perfect but aims for readability while preserving some elements of Chinese language structure where possible for authenticity purposes only
She thought of her grandfather's words on the phone, "Child, you are engaged to someone. I haven't told you all these years because I didn't want the engagement to make you uncomfortable. You were betrothed to Kareem, the second son of the Spencer family, since childhood. That boy has been waiting for you all these years; you must guard your heart well!" Mollie's eyes welled up with tears.
She had never known that she was carrying a marriage contract on her back.
It wasn't until today when she called her grandfather for help that she found out... she had been betrothed since childhood to Kareem.
Kareem...
Her heart had never hurt like this before.
She thought back to when she first met Clare. He stood in front of everyone with his fair skin and trendy attire; he didn't look like a pilot at all but rather an artist.
But he proved himself internationally famous and no one could imagine those slender hands playing piano could also fly planes and create complete battle plans. Those who once looked down on him eventually admired him greatly in the end.
The bloodline of Hipps Family was truly extraordinary as he rose through ranks quickly in the air force and soon became commander-in-chief while Mollie became one of his trusted subordinates. She was feeling sad about leaving Aettosa where she was studying abroad as her exchange program deadline approached but then Hipps Family suddenly faced such a big problem again!
The car engine started with a "buzz" sound and shot out like a bullet from its parking spot.
Mollie stood at the door, looking at the deep night sky without moving away for quite some time.
Her heart seemed empty along with their departure into darkness...
Hipps Family's sudden change spread throughout the world overnight.
Many countries' front pages featured news about Hipps Family.
As one of Aettosa's most stable families, Hipps Family held onto important air force bases including various port entrances.
Many other families have long coveted their position...
Clare was so outstanding that he quickly rose through ranks after entering air force base becoming commander-in-chief within short period which attracted jealousy from many people...
Seeing Clare being arrested on TV screen Sabrina grabbed hold of an attractive woman's arm asking, "Mother, now that Clare is imprisoned who will take over Air Force Base? Will it be someone loyal to us?" Lucille's fingers lightly touched the ring on her small finger, her expression calm and indifferent. Her red lips curled into a faint sneer as she spoke, "The Air Force Department is a coveted position. The President won't let me just place anyone there. Besides, the Hipps Family isn't just Clare alone. They have deep roots and connections that can't be shaken by a mere warehouse."
"I don't want to start trouble with the Hipps Family either. As a small Secretary of State going against them, do I really want to die?" Sabrina sneered in disdain. Although her mother didn't admit any involvement with the Hipps Family's affairs, Sabrina had an intuition that her mother was somehow involved.
"Mother, aren't you one of the most powerful people besides the President? Can't you handle the Hipps Family? They haven't given you any face before!"
"What do you know as a child? When are you going back to H Rovirsa? How is Professor Alondra doing lately?" Lucille didn't want to continue this topic anymore; she wore professional attire and looked very capable.
She turned around and sat on the sofa while casually scrolling through her phone.
"My professor is doing well but hasn't made much progress in his research," Sabrina followed suit and sat down next to her mother again. "Mother, what about my brother?"
"Your brother has other things he needs to attend to recently; you don't need to ask too much."
"I haven't seen my brother for so long..." Sabrina said gloomily. "You won't tell me anything or let me ask anything; how could there be so many things going on?"
"Sabrina," Lucille looked at Sabrina seriously with an expressionless face. "You are my daughter; you can no longer live carefree like this anymore! After graduation I will arrange for you to work at National Hospital - an important department that will be under your management - can you handle it?"
"National Hospital... Mother?" Sabrina widened her eyes in shock.
Aettosa's National Hospital wasn't something ordinary people could enter into; all doctors inside were serving nobles from both Presidents' families along with four major families.
It was similar in concept during ancient times when only imperial physicians were allowed access - it was considered their highest level of treatment available.
"So go back obediently and study hard with Alondra," Lucille patted Sabrina's hair gently before continuing sternly: "And that boy from The Bennett family isn't even worthy of your attention - forget about him." Sabrina turned pale when she heard this - why did even Jonathan become known by Mother?
"You sent someone out investigating me?"
"No, they are protecting you in secret," Lucille raised her red lips and looked extremely cold, "my daughter is the top lady of Aettosa, how can she not be protected by anyone?"
Sabrina's heart was in turmoil as her mother had sent someone to monitor her.
She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and said, "Mom, I just think Jonathan looks cool when he's playing video games. There's nothing else to it..."
"Sounds good," Lucille smiled brightly and tenderly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't know what I would do for you. After all...how could a gamer ever be worthy of my stunning daughter?"
She reached out and gently stroked Sabrina's smooth and tender little face, "Do you agree?"
"Right... right..." Sabrina felt a cold sweat trickle down her back.
She is threatening her.. She has always been afraid of Lucille since she was a child and never dared to call her "mom" intimately.
Lucille has no desire to try any means.
"Take my daughter to see my latest toy, I think she will like it," Lucille stood up and looked down at Sabrina's pale face. "Let her practice her courage."
"No... mother, I... I have something else to do. I want to go back to H Rovirsa. I'll go back now, I suddenly remembered that I still have an experiment..." Sabrina's face turned even paler as she grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.
However, two men in black stopped her. "Miss Sabrina, please come with us."
She looked at Lucille with a prayerful expression, but Lucille smiled kindly and gently said, "Go ahead."
In ten minutes, Sabrina stepped out of the underground chamber beneath the Secretary of State's mansion, feeling unsteady on her feet.
The bright sunlight shining down on her head was too much for her eyes to bear, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She leaned over and vomited violently onto a tree by the side of the road.
"Ugh--"
"Ouch -"
"Miss Sabrina, these are just two dolls," one of the black-clad men behind her spoke coldly. "If you're scared by just a doll, how will you inherit everything from our master in the future?"
"No... that's not a doll!" Sabrina raised her head, her eyes red at the corners, staring at the man in black. "How could she do this? Sewing a living person into a doll? There's a real person stuffed inside that ragdoll!"
She watched the entire process of how a person was sewn into a cloth doll and made into a puppet...
"Why can she be so cruel?" Sabrina grabbed the black-clothed man's collar, tears streaming down her face. "Why did she make me see this kind of thing?"
The black-clad man remained expressionless. "Our master is training your willpower."
"These are all traitors who betrayed the master, and this is what they deserve."
"No... no..." Sabrina's mind was filled with disgusting images from earlier, her emotions extremely agitated. She couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
Lucille stood on the rooftop of the mansion, her narrow eyes watching the scene in front of the secret room. Her voice drifted in the cold wind. "Really... too weak. Not at all like me."
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