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

found Clarice, her eyes soft and filled with warmth. His expression immediately

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

on her tiptoes, drawing them closer. Their breaths mingled, and their noses were

he parted his lips to speak, a set

only to see Arnold's cold expression as he stood

and Clarice appeared deeply

the blood in his body surged furiously, rushing straight to

bright, innocent smile, as though nothing was amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed to be having trouble with his tie, and I was just helping

curled into a cold sneer, and he marched directly up

delivered a vicious slap

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