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!

takes three shots. Ms. Smith, are you up for it?" Drew asked, resting his chin on his arms as he gently added the final block to the

brought three bottles of top-quality whiskey

looked at the man in confusion. This unexpected game

shot, and I'll take three." Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber hidden in the ocean's depths. "Ms. Smith, will

tightening her fingers. "A deal's

the

fastest thinker out of all the

blocks. Whenever he found himself bored at the foreign special operations headquarters, he would sit alone in a corner and spend time playing with these childhood toys, finding comfort in them and using them as a way to feel closer to

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

as her stomach twisted in spasms of

the years, she had sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's dreams, leaving

until she ended up vomiting in the hospital multiple times. Despite appearing healthy and beautiful on the outside, her body was deteriorating

pain, Yvonne filled the glass once more, gritting her

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