The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In fact, the punch Christopher received earlier did not hurt as much as the sight before him.

"Mr. Iverson! Are you alright?!"

Taylor, who had been waiting in the shadows, was terrified and immediately ran over to help his boss.

"I'm fine." Christopher staggered to his feet, swallowing the blood in his mouth, his gaze fixed on Justin with a sinister and ruthless intensity, like a starved hyena.

"If you can't accept it, we can settle this between just the two of us." Justin's cold, piercing gaze bore down on Christopher like a massive stone pressing on his chest. "I'll even let you use both hands." Hearing this, Bella grew alarmed, tugging anxiously on Justin's muscular arm.

She thought, 'What a fool... Why is he talking about honor and fairness with this bastard? He should just hold Christopher's head down and beat him to a pulp!'

"Hmm... There's no need for that." Christopher didn't want to get into a fist fight with Justin in front of the woman he loved. Instead, he chose to suppress his anger.

Christopher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and said, "I just have bad luck."

As he spoke, he pulled an invitation card from his suit and handed it to Bella. "Bella, the Iverson family is hosting a party this weekend. I came to personally deliver this invitation to you."

His eyes were filled with affection, and he smiled as if nothing had happened moments ago.

this fearless young lady felt a tinge of unease toward the man

person with no moral boundaries or

snatched the invitation from Christopher's hand, his left arm encircling Bella's slender waist and his right hand extending the envelope to

Justin's hand for support, Bella pulled the card from the envelope and

quick glance, she let out a cold

me a new copy. I might actually show up

turned to Justin and said, "Justin, let's go

nodded in agreement, their eyes meeting

couple embraced each other as they turned and walked away, disappearing through the

damn mind?!" Taylor exclaimed, glancing anxiously at Christopher's swollen cheek. "Mr. Iverson, let me take you to

his brow furrowed as he stepped on the card, crushing it. "Head back and prepare a revised copy, then deliver

Iverson," Taylor

indignantly, "Mr. Iverson, after such humiliation, are

cold. Besides, if I were to confront

narrowed his eyes slightly, his tongue pressing against his throbbing left cheek. "But if taking a punch from Justin would