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?"

blood-stained glasses, his eyes flashed with a terrifying light. "Or do

he gritted his

it. Mr.

me to death... It's best

her words, he suddenly jumped up angrily, as if

and pushed Taylor away, then viciously

developed

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

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

would definitely

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

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

"Mr. Christopher! Calm down! You will strangle Ms. Smith