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.

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

down and found Clarice, her eyes soft

the deep gray fabric of his tie. Her voice

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

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

head sharply, only to see Arnold's cold expression as he stood there, witnessing the whole

angle, Justin and Clarice appeared deeply entangled, as though they were

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

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

into a cold sneer, and he marched directly

his hand and delivered a vicious slap

to the side, and a red