The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

At the back of the orphanage, a black Maybach sat quietly at the roadside with its headlights off.

Not long after, a figure stealthily emerged from the rear door and swiftly got into the car.

"Ms. Amaryllis, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," The woman said respectfully.

In the dim light, Clarice sat arrogantly with her legs crossed, her gaze indifferent as she handed the woman a brown envelope. "You did well this morning."

The woman accepted it, felt its thickness, and grinned widely. "Cutting a brake line was no big deal, just a small task."

Clarice did not bother to look at the lowly person, her expression cold and indifferent. "By the way, did you find the information I asked for? About all the volunteers and staff at the orphanage?"

"Yes, yes! I've been working here for over ten years. This kind of thing is easy!" The woman took out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them to Clarice with both hands.

Clarice took them and began scanning through the pages carefully.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted as she sharply pulled out one of the documents. The photo showed a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to Bella, Christopher's former companion. It was Yvonne!

"This woman is a volunteer here?" Clarice asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Ms. Amaryllis. Ms. Smith has been volunteering at the orphanage for over two years. Not only that, but she donates to us every year. She's well-regarded around here."

Noticing Clarice's unsettled demeanor, the woman asked curiously, "Is there an issue with her?"

Clarice's voice turned cold. "Is she still volunteering here?"

"It's been a while since Ms. Smith last came by, but that's not uncommon. Volunteers can come and go as they please. They're giving their time freely anyway. She's been dedicated for over two years, which is a lot. Most people would've quit long ago because it's hard work."

was a woman

heard of her. It's probably

more she thought about it, the more she

called Summer had just shown up,

missing for a

before. Although she was a stranger, there was something

Clarice

the hospital's underground parking lot, drifting sharply as

made his

was eerily silent in the late hours, with only his steady, slightly wavering steps echoing and accentuating the

almost getting into a car accident flashed through his mind.

throbbed with indescribable pain, as if

when the door suddenly opened. Grant, who was seated in a wheelchair,

faltered, and his breathing

brothers

tall and striking like a statue, stood in contrast to Grant, who sat obscured in the darkness. His pale, sickly features were barely visible, like a ghostly

hold back any longer. He strode toward his brother, driven by a subtle

smiled

so

heard Ms. Thompson was in a car accident today.

fine; it's just her leg injury flaring up. She needs

to see

already asleep," Grant said, his gaze dark and