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.

Christopher held the teacup. His complicated gaze still had

similar to someone whom he loved and cherished dearly in

at me? Do I have something on my face?" Clarice asked

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 my Clarice compare to your

Bella is the love of my life. She is the

of tea. "What a romantic. But Mr. Iverson,

already admitted defeat to her in this life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about

sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing you is like losing an

unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow down to her. This makes me much more excited to meet

his teacup to his lips, glancing at