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 a

carrying a frosty tone, refusing

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

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

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

that you don't

of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And what happened to you brother and Mr. Salvador? Is there anything I

chest, his deep-set eyes

when they were trying to capture Winston, remained vivid in

shamelessly portraying himself as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance in meeting a

her waist tremble with tension. She felt him struggling

her frustrations for him, her brother,

was not the right time. Indulging

a heavy price for his actions and for him to

now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body curled slightly as

sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far