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.

The father-daughter duo, who had not seen each other for many years and were not very

a heartbreaking display of

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 up with tears. She

Southern Star members called her "Ms. Lane", while

she seems to be doing well," Watson said, maintaining his stern

and wealth don't

not even worth 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 at

not even dead yet, and you're praising another man before me. Aren't you afraid

at you. At your age..."

Mr. Thompson is wonderful, I still prefer my

"Lane, let's get married."

stern eyes showing rare tenderness.

filled with boundless joy and

it... It's too

his head with