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?’

body tense with anger. She realized he hadn’t let go of

Bella had discovered a new love interest, bringing a sense of relief to Rosalind. ‘At least one

life. Pondering to herself, she mused, ‘Which family does this young master belong to?

Salvador here to accompany his fiancée to enjoy the flowers?” He added, with a slight smirk, “You should hurry. Rose

hostile look and deliberately ignoring Bella. “Secretary Harris, get in touch with the Rose Manor contact. We need to hash out the details

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

and

is nearby,” Ian remarked,

echoed nearby, and a man sprinted over, announcing,

aback, his attention fixed on the approaching man holding a ringing

secretary said, offering the phone to Christopher. He did not forget to shoot a disdainful glance at the Salvador

effortlessly ended the call with a casual sweep of his cold, pale fingertips across the screen.

very moment, the calls on Ian’s end abruptly ceased. Ian stood there, phone in hand, mouth