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 blood-stained glasses, his eyes flashed

choice. He could only hold the whip as he gritted his teeth, walking

endure it.

heavy eyelids. "Don't show mercy... Whip me to death... It's

suddenly jumped up angrily, as

Taylor away, then viciously seized Yvonne

seems you've developed genuine feelings for

his fingers tightening. "Are you resisting me with such passive aggressiveness? Huh? You always tried to survive no matter what,

Her eyelids were half-closed, covering her wet eyes. Her haggard face visibly turned red and

she would

belonged to the man before her, who

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

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