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.

He's lying! He's

sweat, and she almost lost her balance, nearly falling down

her a notorious reputation as a slut in the upper circles of Savrow. Her reputation had been damaged

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

words were brief, but they conveyed

voice was soft and weak, and her

tone stern and unwavering. "Come

something really important," Ryan

even bothering to offer him