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!"

cool almond-shaped eyes. "It seems Mr. Iverson wants some peace and quiet to recover

most! No one else can compare." Taylor panicked, trying desperately to persuade her. "If Mr. Iverson sees you, it will lift his spirits and help him

Bella still hesitating, Taylor, now frantic, swung his arm and slapped both bodyguards hard across their faces, scolding

you know how close Mr. Iverson and Ms.

of

white medicine box fell out of Taylor's trouser pocket. Bella, quick to react, bent down and picked it up before he could. Her eyes darkened as she

but he did not dare snatch

what exactly is wrong with President Iverson that requires such tight security?" Bella asked coldly,

put the box away, sighing dramatically. "Since taking over, Mr. Iverson has been overwhelmed with work, leading

gaze sharpened. "Acute appendicitis requires

this medicine isn't for President Iverson. It's for my mother." Taylor chuckled nervously, stepping aside to let her pass. "Please,

lips curved into a slight, knowing smile as she walked

to follow, Taylor blocked him. "Mr. Iverson only wishes