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?"

curled into a cruel and bloodthirsty smile. Behind his blood-stained glasses, his eyes

He could only hold the whip as he

endure it. Mr. Christopher's orders...

her heavy eyelids. "Don't show mercy... Whip me to death... It's best to... Just kill me...

up angrily, as if

over and pushed Taylor away, then viciously seized Yvonne by the

you've developed genuine feelings for

his raging eyes, his fingers tightening. "Are you resisting me with such passive aggressiveness? Huh? You always tried to survive no matter what, but now you don't want to live anymore?

Her eyelids were half-closed, covering

past, she would definitely explain herself

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

Drew and the box of medicine he

his wits. "Mr. Christopher!