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

he loved and cherished

me? Do I have

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

beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson, how does

the love of my life. She is the most beautiful woman in my heart, and nobody could

a romantic. But Mr. Iverson, you must have heard the saying

her hate me. I've already admitted defeat to her in this life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the intense confrontation that

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

not only a warrior among women but also an unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow down to

his teacup to his lips, glancing at Clarice