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."

whether he was genuinely admiring Christopher or mocking him. "Honestly, when it comes to ruthlessness, I do have to admire

his vision blurred with tears as

his only family crashed down on him like a collapsed mountain, leaving him

point, he could hardly be considered human

than a bloodthirsty beast,

mother, it shouldn't be difficult for you to give some to Ms. Thompson." Grant's words struck Christopher like a knife to the heart. His pupils

like a cruel, heartbreaking

Grant's voice was both enticing and teasing. "A wedding gift." The sarcasm in his voice as he said

Christopher stiffly stood up and left the

redwood box, and his heart sank. The box hadn't been there earlier in the

even on Rose Island? The thought sent a shiver down

coffee table and, with a single

three pills-one white, one gray,

fragrance wafted from