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!

turn each, and the loser 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

already brought

looked at the man in confusion. This unexpected

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

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

so, the

fastest thinker out of all the Thompson siblings and excelled at

he would sit alone

every match, quickly downing four shots of whiskey. The burning sensation traveled down her throat,

sweat as her stomach twisted in

could for Christopher's dreams, leaving

indulged in constant flattery and betrayal, even drinking until she ended 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.

filled the glass once more,

the glass, Drew leaned in and covered the entire top with his large hand. "If you can't handle it, forget about