The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Late at night, at Savrow International Airport.

Under the calm atmosphere, a storm was brewing, with multiple crises looming.

Ralph had obtained an arrest warrant and joined forces with the customs department to hunt down Maxwell. They implemented stringent surveillance protocols to avoid causing public panic or disrupting flight operations.

Once Maxwell appeared, they were to capture him on the spot.

Throughout the airport, police officers in disguise were strategically stationed, complemented by personnel from the Thompsons and Hoffmans beyond customs.

Tonight, the airport had become a meticulously woven trap awaiting Maxwell's arrival.

As time ticked away, Asher, Ralph, and Ryan stood vigilantly in the control room, their eyes fixed on numerous surveillance screens. Despite the tension and their strained eyes, they dared not relax. "Mr. Asher, Captain Ralph, do you think..."

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Ryan coughed lightly and asked, "Do you think it's possible that Maxwell has been missing for so long because he underwent plastic surgery? By now, he must've fully recovered. If he were to show up with a brand-new face right under our noses, we wouldn't recognize him, right?"

Asher stared coldly at the screen, too engrossed to hear what Ryan was saying.

Out of politeness, Ralph glanced at Ryan and replied to him. After all, Ryan had worked hard to help out in this matter. "If he underwent plastic surgery, then how did he get noticed by the members of the Southern Star Syndicate?"

Ryan blinked his charming eyes and suddenly felt enlightened. "Ah... That makes sense! Haha!"

Ralph was at a loss for words. 'They say friends are supposed to complement each other. Did Justin make friends with Ryan to highlight his intelligence and wit?'

"Wait a second. Zoom in on the center screen!" Asher commanded, his gaze fixed on the monitors, his muscular arms suddenly grasping the table's edge.

complied, opening up

all three of them were

a strong, icy pressure filled the entire control

pushing a wheelchair with his mother seated in it, accompanied by his

here. It's very likely that Maxwell is boarding his private jet to

probably trying to divert our attention, using his identity to cover for Maxwell." Ralph nodded gravely. "I agree. It's too coincidental. He

our trap like this, Christopher is practically begging for trouble!" Ryan's narrowed

his sudden witty remark brought a faint smile to

We must also watch Christopher closely. If necessary, he cannot leave the airport." Asher declared, his brows furrowed and his eyes

customs, pushing his mother in a wheelchair. His secretary walked with them as they made their way toward his private

Iverson looked up at her

for too long.

Christopher's deep, slightly upturned

warmth. Suddenly, he stopped and approached his mother. Kneeling beside her, he carefully arranged the fluffy blanket over her knees. "We'll go wherever you want to go. I'll always be by

visited our home in a long time. You should make more plans with her when you're free. I'll make some

Bella, Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up

thinking of me. I'm

his mother's thin, frail cheeks, tears glistening in his eyes as he forced a radiant

what are

expression, Mrs. Iverson's hands fluttered anxiously in the air like a clueless child. "I'm not disappointed. I'm simply concerned that you won't find happiness. It's alright. There's plenty of time ahead.

future. Eventually, she'll recognize