The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

At that moment, Ryan felt like Justin had become more than just a friend. He was now like a big brother to him, and his words held deep meaning. Ryan's throat tightened, tears welling up in his eyes. "Geez, you're making me emotional."

Deep down, even though he hadn't voiced it, he had already thought about it. He was going to make sure Carrie had a bright and wonderful future. "The Thompsons are here!"

Someone yelled, causing Justin's entire body to tense up as if he were struck by lightning. His previously calm heart was racing. He took a deep breath and straightened his bow tie, his eyes fixed on the banquet hall doors.

Ryan stood nearby, trying not to burst into laughter. For those who didn't know, it would seem as if Justin was standing at the altar, preparing to welcome his bride.

Shortly after, Wyatt and Asher made a graceful entrance into the banquet hall, accompanied by two striking women, Bella and Amelia.

One exuded the captivating allure of a red rose, while the other possessed an elegant charm akin to that of a white rose. Their presence overshadowed all the other women in the room. "Tonight's belle of the ball is definitely Ms. Bella Thompson," remarked one guest.

"And beside her is Chairman Thompson's lesser-known youngest daughter. The one

the one! She looks great, too. Even when she's standing next to Ms. Bella, she holds herself quite well.

were to marry this pair of

adding another trouble to the one you've already got by marrying someone? Keep dreaming, but don't be surprised if you end up exhausted in your dream!" The men were fantasizing

grim, his fingers clenching tightly

down, man." Ryan nudged Justin's ribs with his

talk nonsense sometimes. The more they joke around, the more impressed they are with your

"Uh..." Ryan was surprised.