The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Drew narrowed his eyes and said, "You're not here for me, are you?"

Yvonne playfully traced her fingers on his chest as she walked around him. "Sir, you have to admit that our last meeting was totally due to fate."

Drew raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, fate indeed."

"Thanks for the help last time." Yvonne held his black tie, pressing against him with her soft, curvy figure. Her eyes gleamed with desire as she said, "I've always wanted to see you again, hoping to repay you." Drew's eyes darkened, setting off an intense gaze that made her nervous, but she managed to remain calm.

His eyes were like lie detectors, capable of seeing through illusions. Yet, at this moment, he inexplicably felt that her words held a hint of truth.

Drew grinned mischievously and inched closer, asking, "So, how do you plan to repay me?"

Yvonne felt her heart pounding, her cheeks turning red. She nervously said, "I'll do whatever you want tonight... I'm all yours."

Yvonne was dumbfounded, utterly taken aback.

Drew's idea of repayment was playing a game of blocks with him!

are you up for it?" Drew asked, resting his chin on his arms as he gently added the

the bartender had already brought

confusion. This

for girls to drink hard liquor, so how about this? You take one shot, and I'll take three." Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber hidden in the ocean's depths. "Ms. Smith, will

you." Yvonne took a deep breath, tightening her fingers. "A deal's a deal. No backing

the game

always the fastest thinker out of all the Thompson siblings and excelled at

would sit alone in

four shots of whiskey. The burning sensation traveled down her throat, setting her stomach on

in sweat as her stomach twisted

she had sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's

the outside, her body was deteriorating inside. "Looks like you've lost again, Ms.

filled the

top with his large hand. "If you can't handle it, forget about it. It's all good. I'll drink this