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!"

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

compare." Taylor panicked, trying desperately to

his arm and slapped both bodyguards hard across their

Mr. Iverson and Ms. Thompson are?! How dare you stop her? What's wrong

of nausea at

pocket. Bella, quick to react, bent down and picked it up before he could. Her eyes darkened

but he did not dare snatch the box

President Iverson that requires such tight security?" Bella

appendicitis." Taylor quickly put the box away, sighing dramatically. "Since taking over, Mr. Iverson has

sharpened. "Acute

Taylor chuckled nervously, stepping aside to let her pass. "Please, Ms.

slight, knowing smile as she walked gracefully inside,

Taylor blocked him. "Mr. Iverson only wishes