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

open, finally realizing that this man must be

priority was now at the bottom of the pyramid after being together with Bella.

you sick? I'll get

was anxious.

Where's my sister?!" Justin's eyelashes fluttered, and he found

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

else. Her dry lips parted slightly as she

cast a displeased glance at the man behind him, who looked guilty

for you. Come serve

and kneeled by the

went to get the medicine. Hold on a little longer. Do you want

nose twitched as

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