The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

A sharp, sarcastic voice rang out, causing Steven to abruptly raise his head.

Astrid emerged from the villa, along with her secretary and bodyguards. She stood a few steps higher with her arm crossed and looked down on Steven.

Astrid sneered. "Who do we have here? Oh, if it isn't Ms. Thompson's secretary and my sister-in-law's ex-boyfriend."

Steven's gaze turned cold. "What are you talking about?"

"So, you still don't know anything. How pitiful!" Astrid clicked her tongue and shook her head. She then handed her phone to the secretary. "Take it, let this poor little secretary have a good look, and wake up." The secretary took the phone and walked over to Steven, placing the screen in front of him. It was a picture of the moment when Amelia helped Charles.

Due to the camera's angle, their behavior looked incredibly ambiguous, with their bodies pressed closely together.

Steven felt like everything went dark, as if he had been struck by lightning. The thought of it was tearing him up inside.

this be?" Steven murmured in

her laughter. "Our families have already agreed to the marriage alliance. My father and Uncle Wyatt have already decided on it. Ms. Amelia is going to be the Second Young Madam of

all over, his eyes bloodshot with uncontrollable

said, squinting her cunning eyes. "Ah, I suppose Amelia no longer wishes to contact you. Otherwise, why would you

through Steven's heaving chest like

won't believe your nonsense! Amelia would never be with Charles!" Steven roared as he stormed towards the gate. At this moment, his mind was blank, and all he wanted was

he wouldn't

deeply, would agree to such a marriage. He

the Iverson family's bodyguards

was a black belt in Taekwondo, so he had no trouble dealing with these bodyguards. But he had only recently recovered from severe injuries sustained in the fight between