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.

His complicated gaze still had not shifted away from

someone whom he loved

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

pupils contracted, and he quickly retracted his

"Clarice, you're too beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson,

love of my life. She is the most beautiful woman in my heart,

he took a sip of tea. "What a romantic.

in this life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the intense confrontation that

such inauspicious words in case they come true. If you were really destroyed at 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 business in Sentania? Finding another excellent man like you to take the lead is not

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 excited to meet Ms. Thompson. I can't wait

paused as he raised his teacup