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!

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

brought three bottles of top-quality whiskey to

the man in confusion. This unexpected game had undoubtedly

shot, and I'll take three." Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber hidden in

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

so, the game

all the Thompson siblings and excelled at different kinds

sit alone in a corner and spend time playing with these childhood toys, finding comfort in them and using them as

rounds, Yvonne lost every match, quickly downing four shots of whiskey. The burning sensation traveled down her throat, setting her stomach on

covered in sweat as her stomach twisted

she had sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's dreams, leaving herself with only a

up vomiting in the hospital multiple times. Despite appearing healthy and beautiful on the outside, her body was deteriorating inside. "Looks like you've lost again, Ms. Smith," Drew teased as he shook his empty glass

the glass once more, gritting

she reached for the glass, Drew leaned in and covered the entire top with his large hand. "If you can't handle it, forget about it. It's all good. I'll