The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Ralph, you are truly optimistic!" Bella lamented, rubbing her temples. Justin's jawline tensed.

His mind spun, contemplating what to do next as several female students walked out of the back gate, holding their phones and chatting loudly. Their mocking comments pierced through the air.

"OMG, did I see this correctly?! Isn't Amelia Thompson from Performing Arts? She's going live now and accusing Charles Iverson of raping her!"

Those words were like a thunderbolt that struck Bella, Justin, and Steven on their heads.

Steven's face immediately turned pale and drained of color as his body trembled and staggered backward.

"Amelia was already a famous campus beauty at our academy, stealing all the limelight. How many days have passed since she graduated? Perhaps she couldn't stand the loneliness and wanted to gain attention."

"Oh, she's clever! When she gathers enough attention and becomes a famous influencer, she can start earning money with her fame. She might even catch the eye of a producer and jump straight into the movie industry! It's called a shortcut, don't you understand?"

"Hmph! Shortcut? I think she's biting off more than she can chew. She's playing with fire and will end up burning herself!"

One of the girls with wavy hair did not hide her envy and disdain for Amelia. Her mouth curled into a hideous sneer. "She should look at her lowly self in the mirror. How dare she try to slander the second heir of the Iverson Group? Isn't she just begging for attention, live-streaming at this time to say Charles raped her?"

"What? Does she even want this type of attention? How shameless!"

she gone mad for fame? Reputation and virtue are so important to girls. Has

to become famous. But why did Amelia have to choose the Iverson family's second son? Isn't she provoking the Iversons by

opinion, even if Amelia and Charles had sex, she must've offered herself to him. Perhaps Charles didn't

dare they speak of Ms. Amelia

his dark eyes surging with suppressed rage

bloodshot with intense rage and hatred. Although he faced a group of female students, he could no longer restrain himself. His muscles bulged underneath his suit, and the veins on his fists looked

shot through like a flash of lightning, faster than their reactions. Sharp, high heels clicked fiercely on the ground, walking straight toward those

girls were still laughing when they looked up and saw Bella standing before them without expression. Her

"You... You are..."

Smack!

landing consecutive

for a few seconds before

dumbfounded. Everything happened so fast that their minds had

to her

the girl's hair and pulling her