The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

think I'd be in the mood

frosty tone,

perfectly well the extent of the schemes you've orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother and Justin's vendetta unresolved, how can I find any enjoyment if you

slightly quivered as he gazed into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with love as radiant

Bella talking about? What bloodshed? I don't understand," Mrs. Iverson asked, her

that you don't understand, because

no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And what happened to you brother and Mr. Salvador?

inferno surged within Justin's chest, his deep-set eyes like

near-death experience on South Island, when

mastermind behind it all, shamelessly portraying himself as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance in

waist tremble with

her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law, who were

right time. Indulging in momentary verbal satisfaction

to pay a heavy price for

I feel a bit cold. Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body curled slightly as

her indoors, making her delicate and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far from cold, whether it was during the day or