After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

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Frederick's eyes were bloodshot, blazing with a dangerous fury. In an instant, he crossed the room and pressed his gun against Antony's forehead.

Something about Antony's words had ignited a suffocating rage that surged up his throat, choking him.

"What? Are you going to kill me? Go ahead, do it!" Antony shouted.

His face twisted in anguish as if he had already lost the will to live.

"General Hawthorne, please, think this through! This is a make-or-break moment, there's no room for error. Remember, Mr. Arthur Hawthorne is watching your every move."

Richard could see the murderous intent in Frederick's gaze. At that very moment, Frederick seemed he could shoot Antony at any minute. Without thinking, Richard lunged forward, desperate to stop the impending disaster.

Yet, Frederick's eyes brimmed with a fierce, murderous intent. He looked like a wild beast that had lost all reason, ready to tear everything apart with a single swipe of his hand.

Finally, with a snarl of frustration, Frederick pulled the gun

away.

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"Aren't you worried about Claire? Don't you want to find her? Well, you can have it!" He yelled, gesturing to his men. "Lock him up in the basement too."

With a resounding bang, he slammed the gun onto the table as his men dragged Antony toward the same basement where Claire had been imprisoned. General Hawthorne, do you really..."

wind of Frederick's intent to confine Antony, a surge of urgency propelled him forward, ready to intervene once

icy chill as they met Richard's. Under that frigid stare, Richard halted mid-step, the words he

all too well that in times gone by, if anyone had dared to provoke Frederick in such a manner, Frederick would have shot

campaign at a pivotal juncture, Frederick restrained himself. He stepped back to avoid stirring up trouble that

of his patience, feeling as though he had reached the uttermost limit of what he could possibly

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in the clear. Even if word gets out, it won't blow up into anything significant. After all, it was Antony who stormed up to the manor looking for trouble." In the basement, Claire sat on the floor, her mind racing as she pieced together the day's events from the moment the door had clicked shut

detail and every possible escape

reached a breaking point, she

interrupted by the sound

been on the phone with him when Frederick kicked

grabbing the iron bars that separated

Thank God, you're

breathed a sigh of relief, his own tension melting away'at the sight

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Frederick's men barked, shoving Antony toward the

his pace, declaring, "I'll

moments, Antony was locked in a separate basement not too

were nearly identical. They were enclosed not by walls or doors but

no way for the person inside to enter the password; only someone outside could unlock it. Claire was no stranger to the basement. She had been there before. It was when she first moved into the Halfmoon Manor. However, the