The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1990

Justin and Bella quickly said goodbye to Nigel and rushed off with Steven, speeding toward the police station.

"Justin, did you cause this mess?!"

Bella, sharp and insightful, got right to the point. Her eyes narrowed angrily at Justin's dark, gloomy face. "I know what kind of person Ian is. He wouldn't dare disobey you, let alone touch that stuff! Did you ask him to buy drugs?!"

Justin grasped Bella's delicate fingers, his eyes red as he looked at her. "Bella, I did ask lan to buy it, but I didn't think he'd do it himself..."

Bella yelled, "You're such an idiot!"

Steven, both anxious and angry, slammed the steering wheel. "Even celebrities in the entertainment industry have their agents handle this stuff to keep their distance and avoid ruining their careers. Ian was brave to buy it himself in such a risky manner! Does he think the Savrow police are just sitting idly by? Doesn't he know that Savrow has recently launched a strict crackdown on prostitution, gambling, and drugs?!"

felt heavy and anxious. "That's not even the worst part. Everyone in Savrow knows Ian is your secretary. If this gets out, whether

furrowed deeply, and his eyes turned red. He was not worried about facing criticism or being the target of a scheme. Rather, he was terrified that Ian would take

his sleep! He didn't have to lift a finger

was so anxious she could hardly think straight. "Justin, if you needed something, you could have told me. I could have asked Aunt Sasha to handle it. After all, she has connections with the Southern Star Syndicate. If that's not possible, you could've told Ryan,

up here." Justin held her hand as he said, "You can hit me, scold me, or vent your anger on me later. But right now, we

to tell me that!" Bella glared at him furiously, struggling to free her hand from his grip, but

questioned individually. Despite the police's relentless pressure, Ian sat expressionless, mechanically repeating the same sentence,

if Mr. Salvador shows up to bail you out, you won't be walking out of here! If you confess now, we'll consider it a voluntary