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.

the teacup. His complicated gaze still had not shifted away

similar to someone whom he loved and cherished dearly

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

rude behavior." Christopher's pupils contracted, and he quickly

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

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

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

could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the intense

Sir definitely will. Losing you is

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 to meet the woman of Mr.

raised his teacup