The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was undoubtedly exhilarating news, but the room was deadly silent.

Bella halted, her tone calm. "Ralph told me that before the execution, Shannon had already broken down mentally, pissed herself, and couldn't walk. They dragged her to the execution ground. That scene mus be satisfying."

Justin's thin lips parted, and his voice was hoarse and low. "Was it by injection or shooting?"

"Injection."

Bella looked at the man's dark, deep eyes, pursing her red lips. "Wasn't shooting her considered merciful? She struggled in agony for ten minutes after being injected with poison before her heart stopped beating.

"She was tied to a chair when she died, limbs stiff and face twisted. Although the short ten minutes were not enough for her to atone for your mother's death, at least she received the retribution she deserved." Justin slowly lowered his head, complicated emotions surging within his heaving chest.

Shannon was dead. He could let the past be forgotten.

He should have clapped his hands in joy, but the satisfaction came too late, and he was not as excited as he imagined he would be.

Shannon died, the court informed Chairman Salvador to claim the body for cremation. After all, he still had not divorced

curled into a mocking angle. "They were married, and Shannon bore him two children,

he really went to collect that wicked woman's body, he could give up

blood debt. This is a joyful occasion. Matt! Inform the kitchen to add a few more dishes tonight. We will open a bottle of fine wine

mood. "Yes.

there are places selling fireworks nearby. Buy

Besides, you live in a secluded place. How could there be any places selling

Grandpa Nigel's villa. I used to frequent that shop to buy fireworks for Grandpa Nigel. You

at her in surprise,

Frequent?

she done all this? He knew nothing about

a thumbs-up. "Old Master Nigel, only Ms. Thompson understands you. She's more like your biological granddaughter than a

usually calm and composed, intertwined her fingers shyly. Her face