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

he loved and cherished dearly in

me? Do I have something on my

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

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

Amaryllis is great, Bella is the love of my life.

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

Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about

her hands, I'm not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing you is like losing an arm. How will we continue our

flashing 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 me much more

paused as he raised his teacup to his