The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Hahaha! Cecily! Quick, bring out the best wine we have at home. I want to drink and celebrate!" Cameron, feeling exhilarated after watching a good show today, burst into loud laughter as he entered the house, startling the golden parrot nearby into flapping its wings wildly.

"Why isn't he dead yet? Why isn't he dead yet?" The parrot squawked in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Cameron's tone perfectly.

"Haha! My precious, your timing is impeccable! This time, that old man is really close to dying-really close! Hahaha!" Cameron grinned broadly, puckering his lips to tease the bird.

"Dad, who's shouting in the middle of the afternoon? You woke me up from my nap," Cecily yawned as she descended the stairs, her long hair loose around her shoulders. She asked lazily, "What happened to make you so happy?"

Cameron leisurely sat on the sofa, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "This afternoon at the board meeting, Wyatt had a seizure in front of everyone!"

"Really?!" Cecily's face lit up with joy.

From a young age, she grew up hearing her father's endless frustration and complaints.

Influenced by this, Cecily came to see their family's number one enemy as her uncle's family.

he was jealous of his talent. He blamed his brother for his lack of success, reducing him to just a board member in the company. As a result, Cecily

Bella, who had always seemed as unattainable as

his pants in front of

Cecily looked repulsed but couldn't help

on the cheek. "Cecily, you have no idea how satisfying it was for me! After bottling up my resentment

he would end up in such a pathetic state. He can't even control his bladder, let alone

just

flashed in his eyes. "No, I don't only want him to step

if he doesn't

his reputation, and make sure he can never hold his head high again!" Cameron's words were so fierce and malicious that even Cecily felt a chill

overbearing since he was young. He took whatever good things he wanted, and he even hogged that woman. He has no one to blame for his

help but gasp, "Dad, what