The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 159

Bella said, “No, think of another condition.”

“But you just promised me!” Ryan raised his eyebrows and looked anxious.

“I really can’t go with you.”

Bella looked at him sternly. “I promised Grandpa Nigel that I would spend his birthday with him as his granddaughter-in-law. After his birthday, I won’t have anything to do with the Salvador family anymore. If I attend his birthday party with another man, I’m afraid Grandpa Nigel will feel uncomfortable. I just want Grandpa Nigel to be happy on his 80th birthday. After all, I won’t be spending much time with him anymore.”

As she spoke, a trace of sadness flashed across her beautiful eyes.

“Anna, you’re such a good person. I think that Justin is too blind to have missed out on you.” Ryan sighed.

But then Ryan thought, ‘If my best friend wasn’t so blind, how could I get the chance to find this hidden treasure? Oh, Justin… Your loss is my gain! Your blindness is the reason I’ll be happy for the rest of my life!’

“So, tell me another condition.” Bella touched the crystal artwork with her fingertips. She liked it so much that she could not put it down.

“Then, can you please change the way you address me from now on? I don’t want you to call me Mr. Hoffman.” Ryan batted his long eyelashes pleadingly.

“That’s it? You know, it’s rare for me to owe favors.”

“I’m just happy that you let me stay for dinner.” Ryan looked at her adoringly, seizing every opportunity to convey his love for her.

now on, I’ll call you Ryan. Is that

it is!” Ryan’s heart throbbed

gap between them. To him, Anna saying

Bella, your noodles are

was so gentle to Bella, but he was mean to Ryan. “I’ve also cooked

‘I hope the spice kills

I have an old maid who has been working in my house for the past fifteen years. I can ask

a jealous sidepiece who had just gained attention.

clutched his apron. ‘How dare this man

grew up together.

and her voice became cold. “Mr. Hoffman, don’t you think that you’re overstepping your bounds?”

‘I

vomited blood from

with this male nanny? Is he her childhood sweetheart?! Why is Asher Thompson so generous as not to bury this man

the dining table first. I’ll put the artwork upstairs

back in the box and went upstairs happily with her new

tiptoeing briskly like a little butterfly, and felt a surge of desire

like a work of art even when he had just casually