The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Initially, Roza, who was standing behind Axel, felt really upset. However, upon hearing his words, a smile nearly formed on her lips, and she almost burst into laughter. Axel had a way with words. In the courtroom, he would ruthlessly expose the defendants' vulnerabilities, and in his daily life, he would bluntly call out people's sensitive spots.

"You... What nonsense are you spouting! I haven't had any plastic surgery!" Regina quickly covered her face, which was tight and puffed up like an inflated doll, feeling embarrassed, angry, and guilty all at once.

Axel shook his head and said, "It's not your fault that you're getting older, but using it to intimidate others isn't right."

Regina was absolutely fuming, feeling like she might get a stroke.

"You, who are you to Roza?!" Wendy supported her mother and couldn't help but question.

"Who am I to her?" Axel clicked his tongue against his cheek and then turned to look seriously at Roza. "Ms. Roza, she's asking me who I am to you."

Roza stared at him, her heart pounding wildly.

assume the role of your boyfriend," Axel said, his eyes twinkling with

and Wendy were so shocked, their jaws almost dropped. 'A man so refined, handsome, and distinguished is actually dating

immediately turned red. She shyly averted her gaze, not daring to

forward, took her slightly cool hand, and then

be corrupted. Well, you didn't disappoint me. It was a real spectacle, like a bunch of demons dancing wildly. It was

eyes,

gritted her teeth. "This is a family matter for the Walker family. It's none of your

is my woman. You tell me if it has anything to do with me," Axel said, his jaw tensing and his sharp gaze so intense that

anything wrong?" Wendy started yelling

my father and got pregnant with her. When she couldn't force him into marriage, she secretly gave birth to this little tramp. Her mother later fell on hard times and brought her here to seek refuge

owes everything she has today to the Walker family! If my father hadn't taken them in, who knows in which ditch she and her mother would have

sneered, "So what does any of this have to do with