The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1158

Christopher’s chest was heaving heavily, and sweat was mixed with blood, trickling down his delicate face.

His eyes were sinister and cruel, like a vengeful spirit that crawled out from the depths of hell. There was a tinge of bloody satisfaction.

“Mr. Iverson.” Both Taylor and Yvonne bowed respectfully.

Christopher tossed the blood-stained whip he held onto the ground.

He removed his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the blood droplets off the lenses with the corner of his shirt.

In Sentania, whenever he felt stressed or in a bad mood, he would go hunting in the deep mountains. He didn’t have that luxury in Savrow, so he could only resort to beating people. He found that beating people was much more interesting than hunting. This kind of entertainment would have to be retained in the future.

The two subordinates followed quietly to the door of the room. Taylor noticed that Christopher’s hand was still bleeding from a wound, so he nudged Yvonne, who was standing dazed nearby.

“Ms. Smith, Mr. Iverson’s hand is injured. Hurry up and help him. bandage it!”

moment, then approached, “Mr. Iverson, your hand is

Christopher grabbed her wrist

door slammed shut. Taylor stood dazed at the door, worried for

apart her clothes. As they neared the bed, Yvonne was left with only her underwear, her arms shielding her

do you dare refuse

which resembled Bella’s so much. “Even if

he slapped her

swelled up from the blow, her

almost ten years, and even though he treated her as

of hope Yvonne

master she once knew seemed to be drifting further away, and

abruptly. His lips were pale

anything, his phone

from Yvonne’s body, reaching into his pants pocket

screen made his brow furrow deeply.