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 gaze still

similar to someone whom he loved and cherished dearly in

I have something on

for my rude behavior." Christopher's pupils contracted, and he

man chuckled behind the curtains. "Clarice, you're too beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson, how does

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

smiled faintly as he took a sip of tea. "What a romantic. But Mr.

could not help

case they come true. If you were really destroyed at her hands, I'm not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir

among women but also an unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow

his teacup