The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Accompanied by Steven, Bella approached the inpatient wing on the southern side of the hospital.

As expected, the area was heavily guarded, almost impenetrable. Bella exchanged a glance with Steven, who understood immediately. He stepped forward, only to be coldly stopped by two of Christopher's

bodyguards.

"You're not allowed in here!"

"I'm the secretary to the CEO of the KS Group," Steven replied icily, though he could barely contain his disgust. "Ms. Thompson heard that Mr. Iverson is ill and staying here, so she came to pay him a visit."

The two bodyguards exchanged uneasy looks. They certainly recognized Bella, but Christopher's orders were absolute, and disobeying them could mean death. So, they had no choice but to politely decline. "Sorry, Ms. Thompson, but we're just following orders..."

Suspicious but unfazed, Bella smiled lightly. "In that case, I won't disturb Mr. Iverson's recovery." "Ms. Thompson!"

Taylor came rushing over, immediately putting on a respectful, ingratiating smile upon seeing Bella. "Are you here to see Mr. Iverson? Please, come in, please!"

don't think so." Bella narrowed her cool almond-shaped eyes. "It seems Mr. Iverson wants some peace and quiet to recover and doesn't want

one else can compare." Taylor panicked, trying desperately to persuade her. "If Mr. Iverson sees you, it will lift his spirits and help

arm and slapped both bodyguards hard across

idiots! Don't you know how close Mr. Iverson and Ms.

wave of nausea

soft thud, a white medicine box fell out of Taylor's trouser pocket. Bella, quick to

changed subtly, but he did not dare

is wrong with President Iverson that requires such tight security?" Bella asked coldly, handing the box

"Since taking over, Mr. Iverson has been overwhelmed with work,

sharpened. "Acute appendicitis

Iverson. It's for my mother." Taylor chuckled nervously, stepping aside to let

as she walked gracefully inside, her slender legs

"Mr. Iverson only wishes to see Ms. Thompson.