Chapter 240 The Truth Surfaces 

Laura took a breath. “I know Quinn wouldn’t misremember. That leaves only one possibility–Sidonie 

lied.” 

“Interesting,” Harlan snorted. “I can’t wait to see Trent’s face when he finds out. Frankly, Quinn should’ve let the man drown in that river.” 

“Indeed.” Laura nodded grimly. “So what next? We can’t let that pair keep living the high life.” 

The very thought of what Quinn suffered at Trent’s hands for three years made her clench her teeth. 

“Relax. I’ll stage a fine little drama for Trent and Sidonic,” Harlan said absent–mindedly. 

Yet, there was no mistaking the hardness in his gaze. 

Sidonie worked fast. Two days later, she escorted Trent to the lender’s office. As soon as the fifty million landed in his account, Trent let out a long breath. 

“Tonight we should celebrate properly,” Sidonie suggested. “From now on, your company can only grow stronger. I know I chose the right man.” 

Moved, Trent pulled her into his arms. “Sidonie, I’ll prove you’re right. I’ll show everyone I succeeded on my own.” 

I’ll prove I didn’t need Quinn–my startup, my future listing, all of it comes from my ability alone. 

Sidonie smiled. With that money, she could silence Detective Lindgren and patch Trent’s cash flow in one. stroke, truly killing two birds with one stone. 

Back at the villa, she uncorked a bottle of red wine to celebrate. 

After several glasses of wine, Trent’s eyes grew hazy. “Sidonie… I’ll show them all. Without… without Quinn, I’ll be even better!” 

“Of course you will.” Sidonie raised her glass but only pretended to drink. 

She watched until his eyelids fluttered shut and he slumped across the sofa. Half a glass of wine splashed onto the rug; the glass rolling onto the floor. 

Still smiling, Sidonie picked it up. She stroked Trent’s face. “Trent? Trent!” 

He did not stir. 

Satisfied, she took his phone, pressed his fingertip to the sensor, and opened the online banking app. 

A wave of nausea rose so suddenly that she clamped a hand over her mouth and rushed to the bathroom. 

She retched into the sink until nothing remained. 

At last, she rinsed her mouth, lifted her head, and met her reflection. 

The smile on Sidonie’s face only grew wider. 

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She let her palm drift over her lower belly. Her menstrual cycle had always run like clockwork. It should have come a week ago, yet it stubbornly refused to show. 

And now this sudden bout of nausea felt as though her body were announcing the very miracle she had been praying for 

She murmured, “Trent, if I really am carrying your child, you’ll marry me right away, won’t you? And everything I’ve done… You’ll forgive all of it, yes?” 

If there truly was a tiny life inside her, that child would become her most powerful bargaining chip. 

She had already lost her job and her reputation; even the friends who used to crowd around her had drifted off, as though being near her might bring them bad luck. 

So she had to keep Trent firmly in her grasp no matter what it took. 

Quinn sat before her computer, using specialized software to restore the video she had obtained from the military district. 

Bit by bit, the once–blurry images sharpened. 

On–screen, a shadowy figure walked into frame, and a moment later, a pinprick of light flared. 

If that flash came from a lighter flicking on a cigarette, then perhaps this was the real smoker. 

The drone the military had deployed carried a high–definition camera with superb resolution. 

If she could fully restore the footage, she could finally see who that person was. 

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