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.

teacup. His complicated gaze still had not shifted away from Clarice's

temperament was similar to someone whom he loved

have something on my face?"

my rude behavior." Christopher's pupils contracted,

behind the curtains. "Clarice, you're too beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr.

is the love of my life. She

a romantic. But

defeat to her in this life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the intense confrontation that day on the plane, his heart still

not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will.

across her eyes. "Ms. Thompson is not only a warrior among women but also an unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow down to her. This makes

raised his teacup