The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In an instant, Carrie's heart started racing, and she quickly shriveled into a trembling ball. Her initial rosy complexion suddenly turned pale, like a startled bird perched unsteadily on a branch. She bit her lip, subconsciously letting go of Ryan's hand.

Ryan's breath caught, and he tightened his grip on her hand until it felt like her fingers were losing blood circulation.

"What's wrong with being with me? Does it concern you?" Ryan raised his brows, glaring coldly at Bethany's cocky face. "Ms. Bethany, I never realized that you were so old-fashioned. It's quite contrary to your usual style."

Bethany's heart pounded violently, and her face turned pale. "W-What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Am I spouting nonsense? Once we leave Tideview Manor, all we have to do is ask someone in Savrow's high society about your reputation, and everything will be crystal clear."

Ryan's sly grin slowly spread across his lips. "I have several friends around me who have played with you before. If you've forgotten, I can remind you who they are. I bet Chairman Salvador knows them too."

Gregory rubbed his temples, his eyes filled with hidden frustration, as he glared at his rebellious daughter.

not true. He's lying! He's

forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and she almost lost her balance, nearly falling down the

host clubs. This earned her a notorious reputation as a slut in the

she had painstakingly built over the years, leaving her in a state of panic. Gregory did not have time to deal with Bethany at the moment.

were brief, but they conveyed great

was soft and weak, and her feet were hesitant to move

gaze darkened, his tone stern and

really important," Ryan

a condescending look, not even bothering to offer him a seat. "But you'd better make it short and simple.