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.

a pair of delicate hands glided over

and 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 be arriving

high heels, the man's towering height forced her on her

brows furrowed slightly, and just as he parted his lips

see Arnold's cold expression as he stood there,

and Clarice appeared deeply entangled, as though they were about to

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

"Please don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed to be having trouble with his tie, and I was just

cold sneer, and

delivered a vicious slap across Justin's

the side, and a red imprint of Arnold's