The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Drew's hands were casually in his pockets. He tilted his head and asked, "Is Bella here?"

Wilma sized him up. "Are you my Young Madam's friend?"

"No."

Wilma suddenly thought of something, and her eyes widened warily. "Oh! You aren't Young Madam's admirer, are you? Could you be Young Master Justin's love rival?!" After all, she knew all the men who would come to the villa to see Bella, but she did not recognize this one.

"Tsk."

Drew smirked, raising his brow teasingly. "If I were Bella's admirer, what chance would Justin have? Your Young Master would be out of the game long ago!"

What an arrogant brat!

Furious, Wilma was about to speak when Justin's anxious voice came from behind. "Aunt Wilma, do we have fever medicine?!"

At the same time, he saw Drew standing outside the door. His eyes lit up. "Drew!"

a sweet greeting." Drew's eyes curved with a smile as

finally realizing that this man must be another one of

was now at the bottom of the pyramid

Master Justin, are you sick? I'll get the medicine for you

was anxious. "Not me.

"What happened? Where's my sister?!" Justin's eyelashes fluttered, and he found it hard to explain. He could only bring Drew to

and threw it aside, afraid of bringing the cold air from outside to his sick sister. He sat on the bedside and called

did not sense anyone else. Her dry lips parted slightly as

hearing it, Drew felt bitter and cast a displeased glance at

calling for you. Come

walked over and kneeled by the bed, gently caressing her

the medicine. Hold on a little longer. Do you want

twitched as she

a second? Can't you see she's burning up? Her