The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2033



Bella glanced at her watch and said, "Let's have a meal first. After that, we'll head out. We might face a tough fight, so it's best to fight while we're full."

"Ms. Thompson, are you really going alone? Shouldn't we inform Mr. Salvador so he can keep an eye out for you?" Steven's brows furrowed slightly because Southern Star Syndicate was more like a den of bandits.

"I'm not going alone. Aunt Sasha is already there," Bella replied casually.

"But..."

"Besides, Justin can't come with me. He has other matters to attend to."

Bella's gaze was sharp. Her slender, elegant figure exuded the commanding presence of a strategic leader. "We need to split up to keep Southern Star from falling into chaos."

In the afternoon, at the VIP ward of the hospital.

Watson Jenkins, the once formidable figure now with graying hair, sat propped up by the bed, receiving an IV drip. He had thrown up all the lunch he had eaten.

Ever since Elias' arrest, Watson's health has deteriorated rapidly.

Sasha visited him. The father-daughter duo, who had not seen each other for many years and were not

a heartbreaking display

father sit up and fed him bite by bite. Thinking of her once heroic and commanding father now unable to eat on his own, Sasha could no longer hold back her tears. "Chairman Jenkins, Ms. Jenkins still loves you," Lane said, holding Watson's withered hand by the bedside, her voice choking

called her "Ms. Lane", while Sasha

damn girl... She's spoiled by that old bastard, Wyatt Thompson, but she seems to be doing well," Watson said, maintaining his stern

and wealth don't

considering." Lane's bright eyes softened with a gentle smile. "What's important is living comfortably and happily. Even if you don't think so, Ms. Jenkins is content with her life. Besides, Mr. Thompson is in his sixties and still looks like he's in his forties. He's handsome and wealthy, a rare find

not even dead yet, and you're praising another man before me. Aren't you afraid I'll lose my temper?" Watson feigned

at you. At your

gently rubbed it. "Even if Mr. Thompson is wonderful, I still prefer my man. You have the masculinity

"Lane, let's get married."

usually stern eyes showing rare tenderness. "If you don't

Her eyes filled with boundless

It's too

with a