The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Iverson, this is the Marco Polo airlifted over here this morning. Please have a taste if it suits your palate."

The woman's thin hands moved expertly and elegantly over the tea tray. Her skilled way of making tea was a pleasure to watch.

Soon, a new cup of tea was gently placed before Christopher.

The aromatic steam wafted upward. Through the mist, the woman named Clarice had a beautiful and aloof face. The contradicting characteristics blended seamlessly in her, and her fair skin was flawless, like fine porcelain.

Everyone around this man behind the scenes was outstanding, all carefully nurtured.

Those problematic ones who were not up to par had long disappeared from the world without a trace.

held the teacup. His complicated

someone whom he loved and cherished

staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" Clarice asked with a faint

Christopher's pupils

attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson, how does

answered carefully, "Sorry, sir. Although Ms. Amaryllis is great, Bella is the love of my life. She is the most beautiful woman in my heart, and nobody

as he took a sip of tea. "What a romantic. But Mr. Iverson, you must have

life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the

at her hands, I'm not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing

also an unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow down to her. This makes me much more excited to meet Ms. Thompson. I can't wait to meet the woman of Mr. Iverson's dreams

he raised his teacup to his