After the Divorce, I Took Revenge on My Ex-husband By Emma Scott

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Do You Believe In Fate?

When Donald heard Sienna’s slightly puzzled question, he casually picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to her. “Maybe, do you believe in fate?”

In this world, there was always an invisible force that brought people who were destined to meet

together.

Donald did not believe in such things before, but his thoughts changed after meeting Sienna

“Fate?”

Sienna chuckled upon hearing this, taking the wine glass and gently swirling it. “You’re such a serious person, and yet you enjoy such cheesy romantic talk?”

Seeing Sienna could not understand his intention, Donald did not force it, knowing that she would eventually understand the deep meaning behind his words. There was no rush at this moment.

“You came to the party tonight to meet Mr. Hines, didn’t you?”

Donald seemed to know Sienna’s thoughts well, guessing everything accurately.

Sienna did not deny it. Since they had become allies, and Donald was a smart man, she saw no need

to hide it. “Mr. Hines is an old friend of my father’s. They’ve been close since I was very young

“Now that my father is in a difficult situation, I must find more support.”

It was not easy to compete with Adrian, and if not careful, she could be dragged down as well.

Sienna’s every step was like walking on thin ice. She must be cautious and fearless.

Donald looked at her determined eyes, feeling her unyielding spirit, and said with a smile, “Alright,

I’ll go with you.”

Sienna, no longer the famous young lady of the Mckinney family, did not even have an invitation to

the party. Seeing Mr. Hines would not be easy.

Fortunately, with Donald’s help, they were able to find Mr. Hines’ assistant.

Half an hour later, the assistant led them to the VIP room.

Mr. Hines was sitting inside, leisurely swirling his glass of red wine.

Sienna looked at the familiar face, but with an unfamiliar aura, her heart skipped a beat.

Beside him sat a middle-aged man wearing glasses, whom she recognized as her father’s old friend, Mr. Moreno.

“Mr. Hines,” Sienna took a deep breath and walked into the room, initiating the conversation, “You should still remember me, right?”

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Sienna wore a simple black dress, but it looked as elegant as a custom piece, befitting the

once-praised young lady.

Mr. Hines smiled faintly, gesturing for them to sit down, his gaze briefly lingering on Donald before turning to Sienna. “Did you come here for something specific today?”

He was asking knowingly with clear intentions.

Sienna knew her chances were slim but still spoke up, “My father has been imprisoned, and the entire Mckinney family is trapped. I have nowhere else to turn, so I came to seek your help, Mr.

Hines.”

“You know my father’s character. He could not have done those things. It’s all slander from

others!”

Mr. Hines chuckled, putting down his wine glass. “Sienna, there is right and wrong in this world, but the most important thing is not right or wrong.”

“Your father might be innocent, but if someone wants him to take the blame, he has to. Even if you want to clear his name, it depends on whether you can do it.”

Upon hearing this, Sienna’s gaze instantly dimmed.

Stanley was innocent, a fact that perhaps everyone understood. But even so, no one was willing to lend them a helping hand.

The reason was simple. It was not someone else who had harmed the Mckinney family, but Adrian.

No one wanted to provoke Adrian. The consequences were predictable, clearly visible in Sienna’s

situation.

Mr. Moreno, who stood nearby, sneered, “Ms. Mckinney, instead of begging us, you might as well apologize to Mr. Olson.”

“Maybe Mr. Olson will see Ms. Mckinney’s pitiful appearance and soften his heart, letting the Mckinney family off the hook.”

Sienna was still desperate, knowing the outcome would be like this. Adrian not only ruined her life but also blocked her path entirely.

The shadow of Adrian seemed to always loom over her, impossible to disperse.

Anyone could step on her and insult her fragile self-esteem.

“Don’t blame us for not giving you good advice. This is the quickest and easiest way Going against

Mr Olson won’t end well. ”

The other party seemed to be watchingg Menna as a joke. All the suggestions were just casual remarks delighted to see her in a miserable state.

“Sienna” Mr Hines decided not to hold back “I advise you that you cannot defeat some people. Submitting early may be more bearable.”

“Otherwise, we don’t know what could happen to your father in prison”

Was it really unknown? More like they knew all too well

The worst outcome would be enduring humiliation until death, likely without seeing each other

one last time.

Sienna pursed her lips and clenched her fists tightly. No matter what, she would not allow such a thing to happen.

She had escaped alive from the Olson manor, and Stanley must survive as well.

The Mckinney family had already endured too much pain that they shouldn’t have had to bear. The

tragedy must not continue.

“Mr. Hines.” Sienna lifted her gaze, resolutely staring at Mr. Hines without any evasion. “I am not the kind of person who likes to accept fate”

“Life is in our own hands. If I can stand here, I can surely save my father. I also hope you remember

your old ties with my father and don’t lose your conscience.”

After saying this, Sienna didn’t wait for Mr. Hlines to respond and decisively turned to leave.

Donald, who had been standing silently beside her, followed closely, leaving the other party’s meaningful gaze behind

Sienna rushed out of the VIP room and stopped at the small balcony at the end of the hallway,

gasping for air.

Here was the countryside, without lights outside, as dark and gloomy as her current feelings.

She knew how difficult it was to receive help in times of need but never expected the journey for assistance to be so arduous.

Donald looked at Sienna’s back, feeling suffocated and unhappy.

Although Sienna never told him anything, Donald could see the scars on her body.

Despite the meticulous concealment with foundation, it was still hard to hide the damage that went deep into her bones.

“Siena, are you okay?”

Donald gently called Sema’s name, but she stubbornly stared outside, refusing to reveal her vulnerable side in front of him.

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She had no right to show weakness now, even in front of Donald, who had always helped her.