The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Bella, Justin..."

Amelia was nestled in Steven's arms, her voice weakening, and her head hung low with guilt.

Bella acted angry, showing a stern face. "Amelia, you've grown up, having learned how to act first and tell us later."

"Ahem... Bella, Amelia never told us anything." Justin blinked and said, "It was you who noticed that the layout of the livestream room looked similar to your hotel. Then, you called the front desk to retrieve the check-in information to confirm that Amelia was here, right?"

"So what? Should I let her off?" Bella glared at him with a sharp gaze.

Justin, the president of Salvador Corporation, immediately held his breath and became silent.

What else could he do? He had to listen and obey his wife's words. His authority was non-existent in front of Bella.

sorry... I know I'm at

if you resent me,

if... I am doing something very important-something right. You've told me since I was a kid that you want to become a heroine and seek justice for the world. What I did today was like fulfilling your wish for you. Besides, aren't I standing before you safely now? Even

eyes. His love and affection were as deep

these heartfelt words, she could not hold

said anything about

flickered with joy. "Bella! You... You're not

mad at you because you switched off your

during the few hours you were missing, the horror stories flashing through my mind were enough to make up a criminal documentary? Murder, dismemberment, kidnapping, psychotic

Steven were