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 flashed with a terrifying light. "Or do you want to end up

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

endure it.

mercy... Whip me to death... It's best to... Just kill me...

her words, he suddenly jumped up angrily, as if she had

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

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

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she would definitely explain herself

she met Christopher at the age of fifteen, her heart only belonged to the man before her, who wanted to kill her. But now, she thought that trying to explain only made

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

out of his wits. "Mr. Christopher!