The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The air in the room was still.

"Bella."

Clarice heard the name clearly. Alarm bells went off in her mind.

The Boss had promised her that the drug would completely disrupt the emotional system and that it would erase all lingering affection for Bella. He assured her that Justin would no longer feel anything for his former lover.

If that were true, why was he mentioning that woman again?

Justin stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes unfocused. He had always believed that he did not need anyone in his life. Yet, when he absentmindedly called out for Bella, he felt an undeniable emptiness. A hollow space echoed deep inside him, and it refused to be ignored.

He had not yet realized that this echo existed because his heart had never truly forgotten Bella.

was lost in his thoughts, a pair of delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint, alluring scent drifted into his

found Clarice, her eyes soft and

seems that you're not very skilled at tying a tie, Mr. Justin," Clarice said gently, her fingers tracing the deep gray fabric of his tie.

she wore high heels, the man's towering height forced her on her tiptoes, drawing them closer. Their breaths mingled, and their noses were nearly

brows furrowed slightly, and just as he parted his lips to speak, a

see Arnold's cold expression as he stood there, witnessing

angle, Justin and Clarice appeared deeply entangled, as

blood in his body surged furiously, rushing straight to

nothing was amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed to be

lips curled into a cold sneer, and he

his hand and delivered a vicious

snapped to the side, and a red imprint of Arnold's fingers blossomed on his