The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Justin! Bella!"

The couple turned around in unison, their faces lighting up with joy.

"Ryan, Carrie!"

Under the glittering lights, Ryan, in his impeccably tailored suit, walked toward them with his petite and lovely fiancee, exuding a smile of pure happiness. Ryan and Carrie were unmistakably a sweet couple.

Carrie obediently followed him, dressed in an elegant light purple gown, her hair adorned with the white jade hairpin Ryan had gifted her, a cherished accessory she wore almost every day. Though still somewhat shy and nervous, Carrie had come a long way from her previous tendencies to retreat at the sight of people. Most importantly, tonight, she wasn't clutching onto her teddy bear. Bella watched with heartfelt satisfaction.

In some ways, Carrie's condition seemed to have eased. It was clear that Ryan cherished and loved her wholeheartedly, giving her an irreplaceable sense of security. Ryan, who was proudly showing off his beloved woman, inevitably attracted attention and gossip around them.

"Who's the girl by Mr. Hoffman's side? She's as beautiful as a porcelain doll."

"That's Ms. Carrie, the fourth young lady of the Salvador family!"

the youngest daughter of

and Ms. Bethany both share the

being the Salvador family's heiress, no respectable family dares to propose marriage to her. Look at Ms. Carrie; not only is she as beautiful as a flower, but she's also deeply favored by Mr. Hoffman. With Mr. Hoffman set to inherit the Hoffman family empire, her future

past, causing a smile to form on his face. Without hesitating, he pulled Carrie close by the

"Mm..."

by Ryan, and her long eyelashes fluttered as their breaths intertwined. Her heart raced, the watery depths of her eyes mirroring the twinkling stars in his gaze, stirring up ripples like a disturbed

Gasps sounded around them.

much public display of affection!

"He adores her!"

that he should boldly express his affection and

was a public occasion, and there were countless pairs of eyes watching. Ryan did not dare