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.

delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint, alluring scent drifted

and found Clarice, her eyes soft and filled

tying a tie, Mr. Justin," Clarice said gently, her fingers tracing the deep gray fabric of his tie. Her voice was soft and

towering height forced her on her tiptoes, drawing them closer. Their breaths mingled, and

lips to speak, a set of

sharply, only to see Arnold's cold expression as

Arnold's angle, Justin and Clarice appeared deeply entangled, as though they were about

fox-like eyes widened, and the blood in his body surged furiously, rushing

Larson," Clarice greeted with a bright, innocent smile, as though nothing was amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed

lips curled into a cold sneer, and he marched directly up to Justin.

swung his hand and delivered a vicious slap

and a red imprint of Arnold's