The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

There was an unsettling silence on the other end of the line. Christopher's forehead was damp with sweat, his heart pounding heavily as he waited anxiously.

"Congratulations, Mr. Iverson, for finally winning the heart of the woman you longed for." Grant's unmistakable voice echoed through the line, his tone smooth, with a low chuckle.

"All of this is thanks to your guidance, sir. Without your help, I wouldn't have been able to bring Bella to my side so easily." Christopher's eyes were filled with excitement, though his voice was dry and full of guilt. "However, I'm afraid I can never return to Savrow. I'm sorry, sir... I couldn't clear the path for you and eliminate the enemies. Even the new drug experiments had to be halted. I truly deserve to die." "You sure do," Grant's voice suddenly deepened.

It was as if Grant had choked Christopher by the throat, a suffocating pressure overwhelming him as cold sweat broke out across his back.

"However, this time, you've won the affection of Ms. Thompson. You've stolen my younger brother's lover, which is as good as taking his life."

Grant then laughed heartily, "I'll consider your debt paid."

"Thank you... Thank you, sir, for your forgiveness. Thank you for bringing us together!" Christopher's tense body instantly relaxed, and a bead of sweat rolled down his pale cheek.

"For Ms. Thompson, you were even willing to use your own mother as a pawn, to watch her die tragically right before your eyes."

unclear whether he was genuinely admiring Christopher or mocking him. "Honestly, when it

his vision blurred with tears as he looked at the beautiful woman before

him like a collapsed mountain, leaving him shattered and in excruciating

he could hardly

than a bloodthirsty

you to give some to Ms. Thompson."

like a cruel, heartbreaking punishment to

coffee table. It's a gift from me to you." Grant's voice was both enticing

and left the room, heading to the living

box, and his heart sank. The box hadn't

people watching even on Rose Island? The thought sent a

approached the coffee table and, with

pills-one white, one gray, and

fragrance wafted from