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!"

Drew's eyes curved with a smile as he

hung slightly open, finally realizing that this man must be another

Young Master she raised as her top priority was now at the bottom of the pyramid after being together with Bella. How

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

anxious. "Not me.

immediately rushed to Justin with a few steps. "What happened? Where's my sister?!" Justin's

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

did not sense anyone else. Her dry lips

displeased glance at the man

calling for

over and kneeled by the bed, gently

little longer. Do you want water? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Should

twitched as she

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