The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After everything was arranged, the young couple set off for Savrow.

On the way, Justin pulled Bella into his arms. His thin lips lightly brushed against her soft and red earlobe before pecking at her plump, rosy lips.

"Bella, thank you. How should I thank you properly, hmm?"

"You're being so formal." Bella wrapped her left arm around his neck while the fingers of her other hand gently traced the bridge of his handsome nose, making his heart flutter. "Then you can cook for me for a month in place of Wilma."

"A month? Are you underestimating me?"

Justin narrowed his starry eyes, filled with adoration. "I'd gladly be your cook for a lifetime, my lady."

Bella shook her head repeatedly. "No, thank you, Mr. Salvador. I appreciate the thought. Cooking occasionally is romantic, but doing it for a lifetime would be too much."

Justin was speechless.

"Actually, I feel quite guilty toward Ralph for doing this," Bella said helplessly, pouting. "But pressuring the Solloway family to give up the engagement is the best solution I can think of. As long as the Solloway family backs off, it will give Ryan more time to sort out his family affairs. That way, he and Carrie will have a chance to be together."

"Bella, I have other ways to deal with the Solloway family."

Bella gently shook her head. "I know you are prepared, but you shouldn't provoke the mayor lightly."

His thin lips tightened. "For Carrie and Ryan, I'm not afraid of offending anyone."

to lash out?" Bella straightened up in his

as he

it was Steven calling, Bella

just reported

cold light. "Keep a close eye

Meridan, Bethany had been dealing with a persistent low-grade fever that wouldn't subside for almost

tight budget meant she had to be extremely frugal. She

her privileged upbringing as the precious daughter of the Salvador family, even a small prick on her finger would spark a commotion and

dramatically shifted, leaving her profoundly saddened by the

of days, her condition has worsened. She felt weak all over and had developed a persistent cough. Afraid of the consequences, she rushed to the hospital

undergoing various tests and examinations, Bethany, wrapped in her dirty sweater, collapsed onto a bench in the corridor and drifted

nurse shook her awake, calling her to

"Miss, Im sorry to inform you that the tests indicate you've been infected

staring blankly

letters. She could not believe it and instinctively

French, the doctor

each word

crash, Bethany fell to the floor with the chair. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs too

matter how the doctor tried to help her up,