The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

On this night, some people were on edge, while others schemed in the shadows.

Inside Pivotage, Yvonne led Jace through the dimly lit, luxurious hallways. The man behind her was like a bat lurking in the darkness, sending shivers down her spine. Christopher had been waiting for some time in a highly secretive room.

"Mr. Bailiff, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Christopher smiled and handed him a glass of wine he personally poured. "It's been a long trip. I specially prepared this top-tier wine to welcome you."

Jace's expression was cold and aloof as he blocked the wine glass unblinkingly, showing no respect for his boss's appointed person in charge of Savrow. "Ms. Yvonne has briefed me on the way here."

Seeing that Jace refused to drink, Christopher downed the glass himself. "Really? That saves me some trouble."

"Christopher, you keep bothering a young girl. Do you think I have nothing better to do?" Jace looked at him coldly.

"Tsk, why? Mr. Bailiff, are you showing sympathy for a beauty?"

him, his slender finger swirling the glass of wine. "It seems you are not

me. The things

promoted you as Savrow's person in charge, but your only strategy to retaliate against your enemies was

lashes fluttered,

one dared to speak to Christopher so

Jace did not care. He worked for Grant and only listened to the

crafted expression on Christopher's delicate face gradually crumbled, and his knuckles holding the

Bailiff, since we are able to meet tonight, it means the Boss agrees with my plan. You only need to cooperate. Besides, didn't t say my target this time was that young lady. She's just a decoy. I know the previous mission was too easy and without a challenge, which was a waste of your talents. This

up the document on the table and passed

took it and flipped through the pages. His complicated gaze eventually fixed on the man wearing a police uniform, saying

captain. Quite a distinguished career and outstanding young man." Yvonne's pupils contracted, and she pinched herself fiercely to manage her

Jace tore the man's picture off and put it in his pocket,

you taking it

girl." Jace's expression was determined and cold. "I'm a killer, but I don't bully the