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

sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone,

With Maxwell still roaming freely and

into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with

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

you don't

hands lightly rubbing her shoulders. His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell

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

near-death experience on South Island, when they were trying to capture Winston, remained vivid

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

tremble with

to vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister,

right time. Indulging

pay a heavy price for his

cold. Can we leave now?"

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