The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After a moment of silence, Justin spoke in a deep tone. "Thank you for your reminder, lan. But next time, if you speak so bluntly again, consider your year-end bonus at risk." Damn! lan felt like his boss had just delivered him a fatal blow.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Bella had just taken a fragrant bubble bath and was sitting in front of the vanity, brushing her long, jet-black hair, lost in her thoughts.

Her hand moved the brush continuously, but her mind was elsewhere.

She replayed her conversation with Grant over and over in her head. For some reason, she felt a chill in her chest as if a cold wind had swept through, making her feel chilly all over.

That man, though polite, courteous, and seemingly sincere, gave her the feeling that he was subtly yet fiercely intruding on her space, triggering alarm bells in her mind.

This sense of oppression was entirely different from the feeling Justin, with his equally noble status, gave her.

Lost in her thoughts, Bella suddenly felt a heat on the nape of her neck and a weight on her shoulders.

"Ah."

gentle kiss on her plump cheek, his voice husky

brother," Bella

tumultuous wave surging in

slender waist and lifted her, his

Justin.. What are you doing?!" Bella's beautiful eyes widened, her left shoulder strap slipping down, exposing her

second, Justin pinned her

nightgown had long disappeared along

of

"Bella, feed me..."

don't we do it tomorrow? In

you now...

against hers, causing her to lose focus and become entirely immersed in waves