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

was similar to someone whom he

Do I have something on my face?" Clarice asked with a

Christopher's pupils contracted, and he

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

answered carefully, "Sorry, sir. Although Ms. Amaryllis is great, Bella is the love of

smiled faintly as he took a sip of tea. "What a romantic. But Mr. Iverson, you must have

help but smile bitterly, thinking about the intense confrontation that day

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

unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow down to her.

as he raised his teacup to his