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!

up for it?" Drew asked,

already brought three bottles of top-quality whiskey to

at the man in confusion. This unexpected game had undoubtedly ruined her

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

Yvonne took a deep breath, tightening her fingers. "A

the game

all the Thompson siblings and

play with his younger sister when they were kids was building 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

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

covered in sweat as her stomach

years, she had sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's

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 at her, a mischievous glint in his

the glass once

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