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.

I'd be in the mood for

eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to

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

he gazed into his partner's starry

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

you don't

His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And

raging inferno surged within Justin's chest, his

brutal images of their near-death experience on South Island, when they were trying to capture

an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance

felt the hand supporting her waist tremble with tension. She felt him

the desire to vent her frustrations for him, her

right time. Indulging in momentary

pay a heavy price

leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's

her son sheltered her indoors, making her delicate and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in