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.

hands glided over his

her eyes soft and filled with

very skilled at tying a tie, Mr. Justin," Clarice 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

heels, the man's towering height forced her on her tiptoes, drawing them closer. Their

just as he parted his lips to speak, a set of

sharply, only to see Arnold's cold expression

appeared deeply entangled,

eyes widened, and the blood in his body surged furiously, rushing straight to his

amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr.

a cold sneer, and he marched directly

hand and delivered

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