After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 872

Chapter 872

Queena lifted her head and looked at the woman, blood flowing continuously from her forehead. She seemed to feel no pain, but the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

"Lucille."

Lucille shook her head, looking somewhat regretful at the beaten and bloody members of the Hipps family. "Why bother? Do you really think such extreme methods can absolve you of guilt? That's too naive!" "My son did not commit any crime, and neither did my Hipps family!" Queena remained proud despite being covered in blood. Though she wasn't as tall as Lucille, she stood straight with a strong backbone. She raised her chin slightly, even though she was disheveled and battered. The Countess' aura was still fully displayed by Queena.

Like a winter plum standing proudly in the cold winter month - unshaken by wind or ice.

Lucille despised this detestable arrogance that ran through all members of Hipps family; whether it be Madeleine back then or Clare now - they all had an inexplicable sense of pride and duty that came with their status as nobles.

The more arrogant they were, the more glorious they felt; which only made Lucille want to destroy them even more!

Destroy everything they held dear!

There seemed to be a wild beast roaring inside Lucille's heart constantly urging her on. Destroy everything!

Madeleine - Hipps family's genius - didn't she fall? Didn't she disappear? And never come back again?

Ha ha ha...

The Hipps family is just like Madeleine back then; once glorious but now gone forever!

Never coming back again!

Lucille chuckled softly; Her beautiful face looked so gentle yet so charmingly wicked at the same time. Looking at these miserable members of Hipps family gave her indescribable pleasure deep down inside. Queena's pale lips trembled slightly as she stared intently at Lucille for what seemed like an eternity before feeling a chill run down her spine from behind.

"Secretary Lucille," said Queena firmly while standing outside the gates of the presidential house with unwavering determination written across every inch on her face.

"Just because we are currently defeated doesn't mean we will always be defeated. Others may think that our family has been nailed to shame pole but let me tell everyone here today - NO! NO! My family is innocent!"

She glanced at Lucille and walked towards the tall and elegant woman. "When I was on the battlefield, the Secretary of State wasn't even born yet!"

Lucille narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"

This old lady was spouting nonsense, even though it was already too late for the Hipps family to make a comeback.

dare she

dagger from somewhere. "I know that the Secretary of State is busy with official duties, so you don't have time to stop me,

dagger glinted coldly as it

continue to obstruct me, I'll

dark. Her beautiful face under the sunlight had a hazy glow with a layer of cold

in front of her,

fire as she spoke

Lucille would be scared by her

Lucille blocking her way and made up her mind. She raised the dagger high and prepared to stab herself in

bang! A stone hit Queena's hand holding onto the dagger hard enough that it fell onto ground with a loud clatter before rolling

looked up with an icy glare in her eyes. "Who?

is there something wrong with that?" A clear voice came from behind a

walking out into view where

looking at Sylvia's appearance

she doing

neck skin; black clothes contrasted sharply against fair skin

stepped out slowly behind Sylvia; he

Franklin!

his pocket, his gaze sweeping over Lucille. His eyes were icy cold as he slowly withdrew a token from his pocket and

that token in Mr. Maskelyne's possession," she said. "It seems I am not doing

into a slight smile. "There are many

forward towards Queena, assuring her that the Hipps family had been wronged and

that they still had time before noon to make

watched him walk away for several moments before

token representing the President's trusted person; she had always assumed they were completely open with each other and held no secrets between them. But clearly there was more going on than she realized. Anyone holding such a token could come and go from the Presidential House at

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of Clare's impending execution earlier today, Sylvia had rushed over to Hipps manor with him only to find it empty; naturally, she knew then that they must have

those gathered outside including members

involved or not... you always seem eager to stick your nose where it doesn't

but couldn't help smiling inwardly at how ridiculous this sounded coming from someone like Lucille

thoughtfulness passed across her face briefly but disappeared just as quickly again behind her beautiful

her hair lightly while taking a deep breath inward, trying hard not let this girl get under skin too much

how

this little tramp think

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