The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Amelia endured Charles's disrespect but dared not tell her father or elder brothers. She quickly left the banquet hall alone, tears streaming down her face.

In the midst of leaving through the crowd, a waiter accidentally bumped into her. Amelia felt a brief sting in her arm as if a bee had stung her, but it quickly faded away.

The waiter promptly apologized. "Ah, I'm sorry miss."

"It's... It's okay." Amelia shrugged it off and turned to leave quickly.

As the waiter watched her walk away, a hint of a smirk crossed his face.

...

Amelia was standing on the deserted balcony, feeling the evening breeze in her hair and looking at the moon.

always protected her. If Steven was here, he would never let her suffer even the slightest grievance or endure the slightest bullying. But she had already made

her life... Should she have one final conversation with him to clarify everything and

her screen Steven had never stopped trying to reach her, every word filled with deep affection. Amelia pressed her fingers onto her chest, where her heart seemed to have

want to

she felt her vision blurred by tears. Her delicate body swayed

voice reached her ears, but Amelia's mind was muddled, her ears ringing. The next moment, she was fiercely pulled into someone's embrace. She could even

struggle but

man smirked, his lips lasciviously brushing against her cheek, which he had long coveted. "I will take good care of

of KS Group, Asher

guest, a sweaty bodyguard who was following Amelia rushed over and pulled Asher aside. "Mr. Thompson, there's bad news. Ms. Amelia is missing!" Asher's heart tightened, and his handsome face darkened. "How is that possible? Security here is top-notch, and you've been with her the whole time. How could my sister

sight the whole time, sitting there talking to Second Young