The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 278

A storm of emotions was brewing behind Justin’s gloomy face. Bella, on the other hand, did not have such complicated thoughts. In her mind, she was cursing her bad luck.

Bella thought, ‘Meeting this scumbag in such a romantic and beautiful place is like stepping on dog shit.’

As for Rosalind, who was clinging onto Justin, she was nothing more than an eyesore. Bella’s eyes hurt just from the sight of the woman.

At that moment, Christopher’s tall figure leaned towards her. His lips gently brushed against her ear, and he chuckled softly, “Don’t panic, I’m here.”

Bella’s ear twitched, and she cursed in confusion. She thought, ‘What’s the fuss about? Just deal with it when it comes. If they behave like dogs, let’s beat them like dogs.’

“Ms. Thompson, I didn’t expect to meet you here,” Rosalind said sweetly, hiding her previous confrontational attitude. She continued, “Is this gentleman your new boyfriend? You two look so perfect together.”

Bella’s gaze remained indifferent, showing no interest in interacting with the scheming woman. Despite Bella’s lack of reaction, Christopher smirked, “Thank you for your praise. However, I am not Bella’s boyfriend at the moment.”

Bella seemed oblivious to his statement, but when Justin heard it, his expression froze, and he clenched his fist. He thought, ‘Not at the moment? Will it be sooner or later? Is this guy trying to provoke me by implying they’re dating, or has she moved on so fast?’

with

to Rosalind. ‘At least one of them has fully moved on from their three-year marriage,’ she thought, finding solace

mused, ‘Which family does this young master belong

to accompany his fiancée to enjoy the flowers?” He added, with a slight smirk,

Christopher a hostile look and deliberately ignoring Bella. “Secretary Harris, get in touch with the Rose

“Yes, Mr. Salvador.” swiftly pulling out his phone to

to everyone and was seemingly

like that person is nearby,” Ian remarked,

and a man sprinted over,

fixed on the approaching man holding a ringing cell phone.

Iverson, you’ve got a call,” the secretary said, offering the phone to Christopher. He did not forget to shoot a disdainful glance at

and effortlessly ended the call with a casual

end abruptly ceased. Ian stood there, phone in hand, mouth slightly agape,