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."

Bella straightened up in his arms, gently soothing him. "Don't worry. Aunt Mila is

smile. Just as he was about to kiss her, her phone

calling, Bella immediately

"Our men just reported that Bethany went

That's good," Bella said in a low voice, her almond eyes flashing with a cold light. "Keep a close eye on her. After she leaves the hospital, we must

fever

incredibly expensive, and her tight budget meant she had to be extremely frugal. She could not

of the Salvador family, even a small prick on her finger would spark

her circumstances had dramatically shifted, leaving her profoundly saddened by

has worsened. She felt weak all over and had developed

sweater, collapsed onto a bench in the corridor and drifted into a hazy

shook her awake, calling her

at the test results, then said softly, "Miss,

pale, staring blankly at the

these three letters. She could not believe it and instinctively thought she had

did not understand French, the doctor repeated it in English. "It means

he spoke each word clearly

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

matter how the doctor tried to help her up,