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 to watch her

trouble it would

man stammered, "He... He said it's a drug! A

"From where?" Drew asked.

don't know... I really don't

at him, pressing the gun hard against his forehead. "You won't cry until

I don't know! Christopher would never tell us distributors about the source. He keeps the big money for 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 hear him clearly, but I vaguely

and Drew

know anything else. I really don't know anything

man he saw on the car hood while taking Bella to the

simple as it seems.

information she and Oscar had gathered. The outline of Christopher's vast conspiracy was

room. It was likely that the guards were responding to the sound of

eyes darted around as he

but his eyes were stormy. As he prepared to fire, Yvonne shot first, a bullet piercing

contorted in agony, and he

Yvonne's face, his chest

any more useful information. His life