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.

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

great, too. Even when she's standing next to Ms. Bella,

else chimed in jokingly, "If someone were to marry this pair of sisters, they'd be

to the one you've already got by marrying someone? Keep dreaming, but don't

turned grim, his fingers clenching tightly as a

man." Ryan nudged Justin's ribs with his elbow, offering a comforting

how guys can be. They just talk nonsense sometimes. The more they joke around, the more impressed they are with your wife." "You're open-minded. If it were Carrie, could you put

"Uh..." Ryan was surprised.