The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"It's been some time, Ms. Smith. You still look amazing." The man stared at Yvonne's exquisite face, smiling leisurely.

"Thank you for your praise, Sir." Yvonne lowered her head, responding humbly.

"This is expected of the child that Mr. Iverson personally nurtured for many years-gentle, elegant, dignified, and generous. Sometimes, I even think that she's Ms. Thompson. Ms. Smith is truly the most perfect substitute I've seen."

Yvonne's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes darkened immediately.

The word "substitute" turned all of the praise from the man into sarcasm.

Christopher did not continue the topic. Instead, he opened the box and presented the antique vase to the man. "This is an 18th-century vase I acquired at an auction in Inalia. It's a small token. Please accept it."

Clarice raised her brows.

She had kept an eye on this antique vase before for the man, but it was bought for a staggering $5 billion by an anonymous buyer. She did not expect the buyer to be Christopher.

Christopher was indeed a considerate and dedicated lapdog.

you, Mr. Iverson. Please give

"Rest assured. I will

the two left, the aromatic room fell

between the face you bestowed upon me and Yvonne's face, which resembles Bella Thompson, which do you think is more beautiful?" Clarice's hands rested gently on the man's shoulders as she leaned and whispered into

eyebrows arched slightly, and

at his feet. She lifted her

Bella, she will never be her. She's only a low-tier

fingers lifting her chin slowly. "You are your own self, a work of art I carefully crafted. How could a

hearing it, Clarice's dark eyes

world seeing everything in terms of

forgive me

way to manipulate a man is to play on

chuckled.

completely fallen, Bethany's existence in the