The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin could not help worrying. "That woman failed last time, so she will definitely find another chance to harm Drew. After all, she's controlled by Christopher, and it's hard for us to defend against whatever vicious methods they use."

Before Bella spoke, Drew snorted disdainfully, a wicked and arrogant smile dancing between his lips. "Ha, the person who could kill me hasn't been born yet!"

"Ah!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed from the dark and damp basement in Pivotage. Even the guards standing outside the door frowned instinctively.

The scene happening in the basement was even harder to look at.

Iron cuffs shackled Yvonne's wrists, her whole body hanging mid-air, her fragile figure only clad by an almost transparent lace nightgown. The white lace was stained red by her blood.

"Mr. Christopher... I..." Taylor held a whip, his hand trembling.

"What? You couldn't bear to watch?"

his eyes

could only hold the whip as he

Please endure it. Mr.

eyelids. "Don't show mercy... Whip me to death... It's best to... Just kill me... Anyway, my

words, he suddenly jumped up angrily, as if

strode over and pushed Taylor away, then viciously seized Yvonne

you've developed genuine feelings for

aggressiveness? Huh? You always tried to survive no matter what, but now you don't want to live anymore? Yvonne, I gave you life.

Her eyelids were half-closed, covering

past, she would definitely explain

fleeting amazement when she met Christopher at the age of fifteen, her heart only belonged to

she could explain the night she spent with Drew and the box of medicine he gave her, she could not justify the extremely gentle and romantic kiss she

out of his wits. "Mr. Christopher! Calm down! You will strangle Ms. Smith