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.

in his thoughts, a pair of delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around

found Clarice, her eyes soft

said gently, her fingers tracing the deep gray fabric of his tie. Her voice was soft and persuasive. "Let me help you. The board of directors will

her on her tiptoes,

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

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

Clarice appeared deeply entangled, as though they were about to

blood in his body surged furiously,

with a bright, innocent smile, as though nothing was amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr.

sneer, and he marched

his hand and delivered a vicious slap across

the side, and a red imprint of Arnold's fingers