The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2010



Yvonne stared at the man's confident smirk, her heart racing, thinking she must have heard wrongly.

For twenty-five years, she had been Christopher's accessory, just a tool for his convenience, with nothing to call her own. But now Drew had boldly claimed he was her man.

He was hers...

The man swore angrily and bent to grab the gun on the floor, but Drew was faster and shot him twice more, hitting his left shoulder and right leg. The man fell, howling and collapsing to his knees.

Yvonne immediately stepped forward, picking up the gun and aiming it at the man.

"Don't! Don't kill me!" He begged, realizing he was still only in a towel.

"Tell me! What exactly did Christopher sell you? Is it medicine or drugs?" Yvonne's eyes were full of fire, like those of a freed beast after years of hiding. "What other schemes are you involved in? Spill everything!"

Drew watched her silently, raising his eyebrows slightly.

For someone of his status, high-born socialites, officials, and even princesses were slated as his partners. But he was never interested.

He had no interest in noble backgrounds or even love. He wanted freedom and excitement.

Initially, he was drawn to Yvonne due to the adrenaline rush of their confrontations. But over time, he became addicted to this feeling, always itching to see her over and over again.

longer bear

would bring him, he had

it's a

"From where?" Drew asked.

I don't know... I

pressing the gun hard against his forehead. "You won't cry until you see the coffin, will

himself, and we only get a small share! But... But one time at the headquarters, he answered a call in a private room. I was drunk and didn't

Yvonne and Drew both

don't know anything else. I really don't

experiments?" Drew's mind raced, recalling the terrifying man he saw on the car hood while taking Bella to the

business is not as simple as it seems.

information she and Oscar had gathered. The outline of

footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the room. It was likely that the guards were responding to the sound of

as he shouted. "Help! Someone's broken

remained calm, but his eyes were stormy. As he prepared to fire, Yvonne shot first, a bullet piercing the man's

contorted in agony, and he

face, his chest heaving

useful information. His life was not worth saving,"