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 he walked

open, finally realizing that this man must be another one of Bella's

Master she raised as her top priority was now at the bottom of the

I'll get the medicine for you

gaze was anxious. "Not me. It's

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

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

Her dry lips

cast a displeased glance at the

calling for you. Come serve

and kneeled by

a little longer. Do you want water? Where do

twitched as she

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