The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant was not unfamiliar with the kind of gaze directed at him. He categorized all of them under one term awe. Yet with Bella, he disliked it when she looked at him with fear.

"Mr. Grant, why are you here?" Bella steadied herself, avoiding his deep eyes.

"I heard from Grandpa that you would be coming tonight, so I came to wait for you," Grant said, gazing at her tenderly.

The crowd was stunned.

What did this mean? Was it a subtle yet public confession?!

Could it be that even Young Master Grant had feelings for Bella?

She had once been his younger brother's woman. Did he truly not care or feel repulsed?

the reporters, who sensed the ambiguous atmosphere, surged toward the two like sharks

his arm, encircled Bella's shoulders, and pulled her into his

posture at that moment was unyieldingly assertive, almost exuding a domineering aura that allowed

while nestled within Grant's hold. She felt as if countless tiny ants were gnawing at

pressing in around them restrained her, leaving her with no

her chest tightened suddenly. She saw Justin's sad and aloof figure standing a

met. Bella's eyes turned moist,

like there was

trembled, almost

would run to him without hesitation, without a

in the next moment, Justin turned away indifferently, as if he had

her, chilling her to the