The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All around, there were countless sighs.

Bella lifted her long lashes and gazed into Justin's deep, starry eyes. A slight tremble ran through her body as he held her close, and her skin warmed up slowly.

Justin's fiery breath brushed against her nose as he gazed down at her.

He stubbornly intertwined his fingers with hers, elegantly raising his right arm while wrapping his left arm around her waist.

His sweaty palm rested against the curve of her back, separated by a thin layer of silk. His hand moved up and down her back, tracing the alluring curves that excited him. Her body tensed as he elegantly spun her around.

Bella knew how to dance, but at this moment, her entire body felt limp, and her breath quickened as she clumsily followed his steps. Her awkward actions only served to bring a smile to Justin's lips. "What... What are you doing?" she stammered.

"If I don't come, are you going to dance with the wolves?" Justin whispered into her ear, his breath heavy.

lip, her cheeks flushing slightly.

a wolf. One that will eat you." Justin tilted his jaw slightly, his tall figure spinning her around, dominant and effortlessly controlled. "Focus, Bella. You should only look at me." This perfect pair made a

Zoe, all the women at the venue believed that only Bella was

ignite in flames. Her eyes were blazing with resentment, yet she could only stare

the other hand, Wilson Jr. stopped in his tracks, and his

brought over a message from Wilson and respectfully whispered to him, "Young Master, if you'd like to pick a dance partner, you can choose Ms. Hoffman. She's a suitable match in terms of status, even though she might not have the elegance of Ms. Thompson.

outfit? No thanks. I'd rather not dance at all!" Wilson Jr. was irritated and had no interest in Zoe, so he stormed

by Justin, leaving Amelia standing alone, feeling somewhat at

Ms. Amelia was left alone, the men's gazes on Amelia became predatory,

a figure limped toward

look! Isn't that Charles, the second young master