The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

However, those expensive clothes were just for Christopher to see and for other men to admire. Has anyone truly cared for her and paid attention to her? But she had no way to turn back now. She had no choice. She and Drew were destined to be enemies. They were destined to be from two different worlds. Yvonne took a deep breath, wiping away a tear at the corner of her eye with her fingertips.

Just as she was about to close the door, a hand firmly gripped the edge of the door, and a pair of dark, familiar eyes appeared in the crack.

"T-Taylor?!" Yvonne's heart tightened, quickly hiding the stomach medicine behind her back.

"Ms. Smith, it's truly fortunate that you're alive!" Taylor forcefully pushed open the door and rushed into the room, causing Yvonne to stumble and hit the wall. Then, two more men followed behind, silently drawing their guns from their pockets. Their expressions were eerie and sinister, like spies in an action movie.

"Drew isn't here. He's gone," Yvonne said coldly.

"Gone?! You didn't kill him?!" Taylor looked astonished. "Then what did you two do last night? Did you both just book a room?"

shallow as she pressed her forehead. "I don't know... I drank too much, and then

with him again? Do you know who he is?" Taylor's eyes darkened with anger, his tone stern. "Ms. Smith, you've always been cautious in your years of service to Mr. Iverson, almost

him and me... I wouldn't have come alone to find him last night, wearing..." Yvonne reached

The hairpin her hairpin!

ran back to the bedroom, searching through the bed, sofa, and

didn't know what was going on with her and just kept talking to himself. "I'm not suspecting you. It's just that Mr. Iverson already knows about the fact that you and Drew both disappeared last night! Do you think I'm so capable of finding you? Mr. Iverson was the one who found

of Christopher's bloodthirsty eyes flashed before Yvonne's eyes, and her heart

Drew. How do you explain spending the whole night with him now? Last night, you said you were drunk. Did you or did you not sleep with him? How can you be sure?" Taylor sighed,

Mr. Iverson for so many years. He knows what kind of person I am. If he doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can

discreetly left the hotel. Just as their car exited the underground parking lot, Drew emerged leisurely from