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.

over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint,

eyes soft and filled with warmth. His

deep gray fabric of his tie. Her voice was soft and persuasive. "Let me help you. The

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

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

raised his head sharply, only to see Arnold's cold expression

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

blood in his body surged furiously, rushing straight to

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

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

his hand and delivered a vicious

snapped to the side, and a red imprint of