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."

straightened up in his arms, gently soothing him. "Don't worry. Aunt Mila is not to be underestimated. She's been managing some of Wyatt's business and assets for years. With

an uncontrollable smile. Just as he was about

was Steven calling,

urgently. "Our men just reported that Bethany went to the hospital for a check-up. She didn't

low voice, her almond eyes flashing with a cold light. "Keep a close eye on her. After she

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

as healthcare in Meridan was incredibly expensive, and her tight budget meant she had to be extremely frugal. She could not afford to run to the doctor

a small prick on her finger would

leaving her profoundly saddened by

felt weak all over and had developed a

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

shook her awake, calling her to see

then said softly, "Miss, Im sorry to inform

turned pale, staring blankly at the

these three letters. She could not believe it and

understand French, the doctor repeated it

spoke each

with the chair. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs

to help