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.

promptly complied, opening up

next second, all three of

strong, icy pressure filled the entire

with his mother seated in it, accompanied by his secretary, Taylor, and two bodyguards. "Christopher?! How dare he show up here?!" Ryan erupted in fury, slamming

is here. It's very likely that

with his mother, he's probably trying to divert

by how he's rushing into our trap like this, Christopher is practically begging for trouble!" Ryan's narrowed eyes seemed to emit sparks of

sudden witty remark brought

on, we must thoroughly monitor every corner of the airport. We must also watch Christopher closely. If necessary, he cannot leave the

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

Mrs. Iverson looked up at her son, her expression innocent

for too long. I'm taking you out

Christopher's deep, slightly upturned

arranged the fluffy blanket over her knees. "We'll go wherever you want to go. I'll always

our home in a long time. You should make more plans with her when you're free. I'll make some delicious food for you guys. I remember that

Mrs. Iverson's eyes

thank you for thinking of me. I'm also glad that you're fond of

cheeks, tears glistening in his eyes as he forced a radiant smile. "But

what are you talking

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. Just try to spend more time with Bella in

future. Eventually, she'll recognize