The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Meanwhile, Carrie, who had not been seen for a long time, finally joined Savrow Academy of Fine Arts thanks to Ryan's efforts and money.

One week had passed since her admission. Despite sitting quietly in the last row and hiding behind a large drawing board, her beautiful appearance still attracted the boys' attention every time she attended class.

Full of youthful energy, these young men were so distracted by her that they could hardly concentrate on their lessons. They were craning their necks so much that they might develop spinal problems by the end of the class.

However, Carrie was entirely focused on the lecture, her hands constantly moving as she sketched, completely unaware that she had entered a wolf's den. She cherished this opportunity to learn to paint that Ryan had secured for her. She wanted to absorb all the knowledge the teacher imparted and would not let herself be distracted for even a second.

After the morning classes, Carrie was busy organizing her art supplies. A group of boys nudged a relatively good-looking boy in Carrie's direction. Mustering up his courage, the boy scratched his head and walked toward the last row.

"Young Madam, I apologize for the delay. I received a call and couldn't come earlier." Yasmin arrived at Carrie's side like a gust of cold wind, efficiently picking up her art supplies and wrapping an arm around her soft waist.

Then, Yasmin lifted her cold, sharp gaze and scanned the boys. Her mere look was enough to scare them into silence. What a beautiful woman, but with a murderous aura!

are you guys trying to do? Harass my boss's wife?" Yasmin's

boys were stunned and thought to themselves. 'What

Madam is married. If you keep staring, I'll report you for harassment." Yasmin initially wanted to say, "I'll gouge your eyes out," but considering they were

walked out of the classroom, her moon-like face blushed, and

I will wait for you by the back door during your classes," Yasmin said, recalling the boys earlier, feeling uneasy. No wonder Ryan wanted to keep her hidden. Leaving such a pretty wife in a crowd was like throwing a lamb into a

I haven't gotten married yet..." Carrie fluttered her long eyelashes. She felt sweet inside but was also a bit embarrassed when Yasmin addressed her as Ryan's wife in front of her

you're not married, Mr. Hoffman's heart and soul are yours, forever and always." Yasmin gently stroked her head, smiling warmly. "Mr. Hoffman is net already privately planning the engagement. He's preparing to fly

spend so much. It's enough that he has me in his heart," Carrie said, gently tugging at Yasmin's clothes

the stars from the sky for

Besides, you don't need to save money for him.