The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Jace bent down and casually plucked a rose. He tore off a petal and placed it in his mouth, chewing slowly. "Our boss will never resort to such brutish means of capture, like some wild beast. He will make Ms. Thompson accept him willingly, bit by bit, until she falls in love with him."

Christopher's shoulders shuddered, a chill running down his spine.

Bella did not feel as frightened. Instead, she felt curious, even suspicious. She thought to herself, if this "boss" they mentioned really were to take her away, it might actually be better than being trapped here with Christopher.

At the very least, she would have a chance to unmask the mastermind and strike at the root of the problem.

Staying with Christopher only left her feeling powerless. No matter how dignified, powerful, or influential he appeared, Christopher was just a guard dog, nothing more. She had a growing sense that Jace's presence tonight meant something big was going to happen.

Even if they did not take action, Christopher, having lost his usefulness, was nearing his end.

...

As night fell, the waves crashed against the shore.

beyond the need for sleep. He lay on the red velvet sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the ornate chandelier above, lost in thought. Suddenly, the sound of light

but he didn't rise in alarm.

steps came to a stop beside

a flash of red

fresh red apple in front of

you," Bella said softly, her voice

up, taking the apple from her hand. The crisp sound of a bite echoed as he

was barely a whisper, "Mr. Bailiff,

"Yes," Jace replied indifferently.

He loved apples since he was a

tears. "In my family's backyard, there were two apple trees. When we were little, I would often climb the trees to pick apples for

Jace remained silent.

one with 99% of the skills needed for absolute

time, a flicker of curiosity appeared in Jace's usually emotionless